My not-so-secret love affair with jumpsuits
Like most love affairs, this one seemed to creep up on me and infatuate me quickly. It seemed to come out of no where, and yet it held a certain sense of mystery and intrigue that I just couldn’t resist. I had previously flirted with the romper, enjoyed it’s presence in my life but never in a serious way and definitely not with passion. I don’t exactly know when I first noticed the jumpsuit, but by last spring I definitely had set my sights on it. The infatuation grew with every Instagram, blog post and magazine page that crossed my path. By the start of summer I knew, the jumpsuit would be mine. I had never previously tried one and had no idea if I would look good in its company. But, I convinced myself that my sheer enthusiasm for it would equate it looking fantastic on me. We met at the magical place that is the topshop sale section, and when I saw it I knew, we would be perfect together. Thus was born my first love: the jungle jumpsuit. I could’ve played it safe, and I could’ve taken it slow, but no, I jumped (puns am i right?) right in. Classic black jumpsuit? No not me, I went all in and made the loudest of statements in my bright green, printed, onesie. We were inseparable, I even wore it on my first day at a new school, and far into the cold winter when it was obviously long out of season. I was hooked. I felt cool, confident, powerful and obviously very comfortable. Heels or flats, rain or shine, the jumpsuit was perfect. I soon acquired a classic black jumpsuit, and those who knew me best fully acknowledged and joked about my infinite love for the adult onesie. I was told by many how unattractive the jumpsuit appears to men, and how it is often deemed ugly by fellow women, but clearly that didn’t stop me. Good thing I dress for myself, good thing my style is a manifestation of my creativity and not a way to seek approval from others. I felt confident and pretty in my jumpsuits, I felt like I could take on anything that came at me, Beyonce style. My love for jumpsuits has lasted longer then most of my previous style love affairs, and I don’t mind that fact one little bit. I don’t know what it quite is about the jumpsuit that makes me love it so much, but I am still infatuated by it and my affection won’t be fading anytime soon.
*for pictures see below*
For the love of the Adult Onesie
I am coming to a point in my life where I have come to a realization and am slowly learning to come to peace with the fact that I’ll always be a little bit of a hot mess. I always tend to be a little all over the place. I am not a perfectly painted portrait, rather, I am a messy abstract watercolor that stretches to the edges of the canvas in a way that seeks to continue past the set boundaries of the paper. My thoughts are messy, my life disorganized, my actions often confusing. But with that, I am learning to not see these attributes as inferior to those seen in the people around me. It’s hard to reach a place of confidence and security in ones personality, but it is vital that we seek to. The passion for life that I carry saturates every fiber of my being, I throw my whole heart into loving people, I see the world as endless pockets of undiscovered beauty. I am a hot mess, and I’m ok with that.
Springtime weather is slowly registering as a nearing reality, like on your birthday when you smell your cake baking and realize you can enjoy it soon.
Traipsing through the snow in doc martens & buying cheap flowers for a false glimpse of warmer weather & the life that comes with it.
JOAQUIN PHOENIX I’M STILL HERE #toomanyjoaquinfaces? #nevertoomany #filmorsomething #theonlyonesformearetheweirdones