
Together…sometimes…but usually not.
The weekends when I am able to fit in work and fun are the type of weekends I come away from feeling truly whole. When you work a full time job (I recently became a buyer for a second hand/sometimes vintage shop), maintain a blog and other social media platforms all by yourself, own a dog, teach dance, help your partner with work, occasionally style and model for shoots, try to attend blogging/insta events, sometimes sell clothes…it’s hard to feel like you are on top of everything. To be honest, it’s fucking impossible to be on top of all of that. The thing that usually gets pushed to the wayside for me is friendships. It’s hard to maintain friendships (I’m mostly talking about surface friendships here) when you are an introvert, but also someone who feels literal guilt when you should be getting work done and instead are spending time with someone. And as I read that sentence, it sounds kind of awful. The thing is, I love my friends, the ones that don’t feel like work and get that I am kind of busy and will often say no to something because I have work to do. But on the flip side, I’ve had to work with the feeling of guilt I get when I am hanging out and not working by actually pushing work to the side and allowing myself to have fun without “consequence”. It’s been strange acknowledging that feeling and trying to work with it…I often feel like I never get it quite right. But this weekend felt truly balanced, and I woke up this morning with a sense of accomplishment and a feeling of wholeness. I realize it won’t always be like this. I won’t always feel like I’ve got it all together, and that’s really okay. As long as I am able to appreciate and recognize the moments where it does all fall so perfectly together, then I couldn’t really want or ask for anything else. We are all just trying to get by in the ways that make us feel good or make us feel bad, sometimes. It’s those things that drive us forward, but sometimes make us stuck. As long as we can see ourselves in all the ways we are or are not driven, well I think that’s all we can really do. In my little understanding of psychology and self-understanding, it’s just being able to see the way we work that makes us able to start changing for the better.
Can you relate? Do you have the opposite issue? Let me know in the comments below.
-WHAT I WORE-
Dress: Zara via Common Sort | Jacket: old H&M | Shoes: Sylvie and Shimmy | Choker: handmade | Comb clip c/o Levero (can’t seem to find this particular one, but they have loads of cute stuff












OH THE POSSIBILITIES!
You see me rollin’. We should talk about my rolling method, because I think it will be helpful in keeping that ribbon shape when you are working with a small, square kerchief. Here’s how! I roll the scarf by bringing the opposite corners together to form a triangle, then I roll the long end toward the triangles peak till it is almost all the way rolled, then I take the peak and roll it toward the long end and I wrap the long end around the rolled peak (this way your peak won’t be peeking out all day), and voilà, you have a rolled kerchief that shouldn’t come undone right fast.
En Français: This is how I have been wearing my kerchiefs nearly everyday; just tied it into a knot around the neck. I usually wear the knot off to the side because it feels v Parisian, and if there is one thing I wish, it is to be born Parisian…or British.
Lil Bow Peep: Dress up any old hairstyle; tie your kerchief into a bow around your pony or braid. It makes an other wise simple hairstyle a little less simple.
Tiedy Up: You can use the kerchief to actually pull the hair out of your face or decoratively as a hairband; tie the loose ends together and either have them out and visible like a bow, or pull the loose ends under to be hidden beneath your hair.
Wild Wild West: Back in my up tha punx days, I sported a bandana like this almost always; to achieve this look its very similar to our rolling method, only this time don’t roll all the way and tie the kerchief loosely around your neck with the peak at the front (off the the side for *coolness*).
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