My style. It continues to challenge me, but I like exploring it via my blog. There are days I can tell what it isn’t by the outfit pictures you don’t see, or those days I don’t feel quite right in my clothes – and therefore maybe not quite right in my skin.
My style. Sometimes I see my style shining true and clear through the better photos, and the feeling of total relaxation I have when I know my clothes express who I am and are appropriate for the occasion – and I feel absolutely natural and comfortable in my skin. Like I do in this easy and pretty Karina Dress.
My style. It isn’t captured by fancy cameras with gorgeous backgrounds. It isn’t purchased in fast fashion, or even most retail stores these days. That’s both by choice and by a greatly reduced budget after a hard year, with harder challenges still yet to face.
My style is sleepy in the a.m. on the way to work.
My style. It’s mostly secondhand, mostly photographed in a parking lot, or the spot I cleaned off on the front porch, on the way to work, or after sitting all day.
My style. It’s becoming more simplified, less accessorized, more body conscious, as I count the positives of my middle-aged body: nice legs, pretty hair, slim figure.
My style. It’s accepting the emerging varicose veins in my legs, the fading waistline, and that funny wiry hair that insists on adorning my chin, no matter how often it’s busted and plucked.
My style. I’m sharing it at Not Dead Yet Style’s Visible Monday
, surrounded by style bloggers who inspire me, and make me thankful for other real women sharing and exploring their style via their blogs, too.