May 31, 2013
Somewhere in my imagination, I walk across windswept moors, my long flowing hair sweeping behind me. I'm dressed in something graceful and fluid, and it's all very dramatic and romantic...
And for a long time, I would occasionally buy something for this life.. Reality check? I wouldn't walk across a windswept moor, I'd stride at about 4 mph. My hair won't GET long - it won't grow past my shoulders. And even if it would, it would never flow. It might boing and sproing and ping and pong in it's curly way... The fluid garments would get snagged on the gorse, and would get all wet and muddy around the hem... The hardest part of having a focused wardrobe is the ... View the Post