I wish I had something profound to say, but to be honest, I’m getting sick of wearing the same black tank top and denim cutoffs. Summer started strong for me, you know? I was wearing multi-color blouses, and hula skirts that looked a little bit like a mushroom haircut gone awry. There have been fruit prints and sarongs — both as tops and bottoms — and on two separate occasions, I really wore bathing suits as outerwear. But then it got hot, and I got busy, and didn’t have time to think about making choices, so I kept putting the same thing on every morning telling myself, tomorrow. Tomorrow, I’ll make a point.
Of course, the only point I made was that all the “basics” that women’s magazines tell us are clothes we must own truly are that — basic. And convenient to own. Like, really convenient. If you’re the kind of person who can’t be bothered to think about what to wear but want to look good, look no further than a black tank top! You have nothing to lose. But in the event that you can’t be tamed, and won’t shut up, and need your clothes to reflect just that, here’s a Humpday suggestion:
Leave no jewel unturned.
Wear a big burlap dress that you got because you were expecting you’d be pregnant by now, but then instead of getting mad at your body for not doing what you asked it to, thank it for taking such good care of you this long (hey! If you’re reading this, you’re alive, so that means it’s doing something right).
Thank it and wear the dress and eat something that will bloat the fuck out of you because you can.
Forget about the rules and what it means to match.
Tap into the psyche of your inner-8-year-old with jewel encrusted shoes that feature a heel that looks like your childhood teddy bear (if his name was Puffy, we have one more thing in common!) and prove to her that you’re still a kid underneath it all, but that, no thanks, you don’t want your co-worker to put on the Shakira station on Spotify.
Rhetorical question, but feel free to answer.
Photographed by Krista Anna Lewis; featuring a Natasha Zinko dress.