Right now, I have one particular outing in mind, what I affectionately call "going to the fair". One of my very good friends and I have been doing this -- going to the fair, that is -- for many years now. Yet, I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of times that, in my estimation, I have dressed well for this outing. My very good friend and I went to the fair yesterday. Suffice it to say, I failed to dress well for the outing yet another time.
Today, I am thinking that my dissatisfaction with what I wore yesterday may have less to do with the actual outfit than with my hair. Long ago I learned that when I am unhappy about my hair, I am unhappy about my clothes. Yesterday, for the first time since I got my hair "done" last, my "hair failed me". Within minutes of my styling it for the day, my "hairdo" flopped, just like a souffle does when you can't make a souffle. I then became slightly obsessed (I would say) with how bad my hair looked, which ultimately translated into thinking about how bad I looked in general.
Of course, for my bad hair to have turned an outfit into a bad outfit, the outfit could not have been a favourite (or even a semi-favourite) to begin with. How do I know this? Because my hair flopped again today, yet I didn't loathe today's outfit as I loathed yesterday's.
As an aside, my hair flopping two days in a row is usually a sign that it has reached another stage in its growth process. If my aim is to grow it out, I have to ride out some days or weeks of hating how my hair looks (and, by extension, how I look). If my aim isn't to grow it out, it's time to get a haircut!
coat: H&M, from my closet
shirt/blouse: Urban Outfitters
sweater vest: American Apparel
skirt: Anthropologie, from my closet
socks: American Apparel
boots: Hunter, from my closet
bag: ?, purchased at the One of a Kind Show and Sale
pin: ?, purchased at the fair
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