WOOO. PeaceBang was seriously frumpy at church on Sunday. I don’t know why I even have this skirt in my closet. God knows I rail against flowy skirts on here often enough. Practice what you preach, PB! Burn those flowy skirts!!
There is no excuse for this look. It ages me by 20 years, for one thing. Well, this is why a photo record of images is helpful: we can check in on ourselves and ask, “Is this the image I want to project? Does this attire communicate who I am, what I hope to be able to offer, and does it feel connected to 2013?”
Oh hell, no, it does not. I hated the whole outfit as soon as I got it on:
The hair is aging. The black blazer is aging. The skirt is from the Frump Collection. The shoes with the outfit are also frumpy (although potentially cute if styled another way). The pearls are tragic.
I swapped the pearls out for a pink quartz pendant and different earrings. A skotch less tragic, but not much. I look presentable, dressed up, and perfectly respectable. But I do not feel good in my clothes. I do not feel that they express who I am. The effect is one of darkness, heaviness and age. Just not me.
Live and learn. The fight against frump is ongoing, my darlings. That skirt is going right into the giveaway pile.