Sometimes I don't mind being swayed and whipped by the wind. We only get a handful of extremely windy days here in Philly so I cherish them for their sparsity. I don't mind bad hair days every so often either. The two sort of go hand-in-hand, and much like the adversity I'm facing recently, they serve a purpose: to make sure we're truly grateful for the good ones.
I feel like there's nothing that particularly sets this outfit apart from the myriad of other sartorial displays meandering around the streets of Philadelphia at any given moment. I liked it so I put it on. Sometimes it's just that. I forget that when I get too stuck inside the blogger echo chamber. A familiar dress, a comfortable pair of boots. A simple cape for warmth, a bandana because it's become my signature. No makeup, because I am striving to feel comfortable in my skin and this is the best way to do so.
These gloomy days are a pretty decent reflection of my soul lately. Been a bit melancholy but for once, the glass is not half-empty. I wouldn't say it's half-full quite yet but I'm getting there. Life is kind of terrifying right now but I know sunny days are ahead.