#OOTD: Overall Inspiration

I don't mean overall as in complete; I mean overall as in the clothing item overalls. Y'know, these things:

Okay, okay, I milked that play on words for far too long. For this first #OOTD post, I put together different outfits with overalls as the base, each with a distinct personality. So, let us get onto the outfits, shall we?

Rocker-ish: I like to think of this outfit as a rocker-adjacent type. I paired my overalls with a muscle tank that has some cute detailing, a long green sweater, and a chandelier looking choker necklace. With some black boots, this outfits makes me feel cool and confident. Yes, that is totally cringe and cliche, but it really is true.

Super Cozy: If you're like me during the winter months and are cold 95% of the time, this outfit is definitely for you. With my overalls, I layered a blue striped turtle neck, an oversized cream wool sweater, and a long owl necklace. If you're wearing this outfit outside, though, I would recommend trading the necklace for a scarf.

Preppy Farm Girl: I usually don't like to wear collared shirts with overalls because it makes me feel like I'm dressing up as a farmer, but in this case, I think it works. With my overalls, I layered a pin striped collared shirt buttoned all the way, a knitted vest, and a short pearl necklace. This outfit is definitely cozy, but it is also is fairly sophisticated.

Fall-Splosion: I think this outfit just looks like fall threw up on you (apologies for the gross mental image). This time, I paired a cowl neck green sweater and an orange and brown patterned scarf with my overalls. I'm wearing it right now while writing this, and I can affirm that it is definitely warm, and it makes me feel all put together.

Well, there you have it. Four outfits all with overalls as the main piece. I hope that this first #OOTD has given you some inspiration for your overalls, and, if you haven't warn them in a while, that you're excited to get them out again. 

k, bye.

I Can't Do Anything

I'd like to think I have a great imagination. It certainly was much better back in the day (y' know, when I was 9), but it still is pretty good. It's so good in fact that I rarely venture into reality.

When I was younger, my imagination served me in much the same way it does now. I was always imagining a different life for myself. Whether it was through my imaginary friend (whose name I can't remember- I'm such a terrible friend) or through books or Barbies, I never wanted to be myself or have the life that I did. I would print out pictures of houses I wanted my family and I to live in (before the advent of Pinterest), go to open houses, and watch the realtor channel on Sundays. When I read books, I would dream that I was a character in that story. I got so lost in stories that one time while taking a reading test in grade school, I was so involved in the stories in the test that when I was done and looked up, I was the last one to finish and I didn't feel as if any time had passed. Then at night, I would create fake boyfriends and perfect lives in my head as I lulled myself to sleep with my perfect dreams.

And now I am an adult, and I still have dreams. They're slightly different, but not by too much. I still make up fake boyfriends; I still cast myself in fictitious worlds other people have created, except now I don'y read as much, so I insert myself into movies and t.v. shows; and I still dream of having the perfect house. But now, I also dream of a college degree, a dream job, and getting married someday, having children. Since I am an adult, I am in the position to make those dreams a reality. The only problem is I'm still dreaming.

I've always been a perfectionist. With that statement, you may be thinking, "Girl, since you're a perfectionist, you have all the drive in the world to follow your passions and bring your dreams to life." At least, that's what I always though a perfectionist was until about a year ago when I realized that perfectionists come in all shapes and sizes. I am the type of perfectionist who has such idealistic goals and dreams that I feel defeated before I even begin, and I don't try to accomplish anything I want to accomplish. I'm always resistant to start something because I'm afraid that it won't come out as perfectly as I want it to, so I don't begin that project or that class or that application. And that is a constant source of depression and regret for me.

There are so many things I want to accomplish in this life: I want to knit a hat, work for a non profit, be involved in a great church, explore Europe, etc. etc. But the way I view my life right now and what I am capable of doing, I don't think I can do any of those things. The paralyzing fear of it not turning out as it does in my head (plus my general anxiety disorder) is what keeps me trapped in my bed writing this, while my roommate is getting ready to go out and accomplish all she wants to in life. I wish I could be her.

I hope someday I will be able to work through this so I can become all that I want to become. Until then, thank you for reading this. It probably wasn't very entertaining or well written, but I found it extremely therapeutic, so thank you for being an audience for my therapy session. If you can relate to any of this at all, I would love to know; we can bond in the comments over all the things in life we're missing out on (she said with an awkward and slightly bitter laugh).

k, bye.