Yee-Haw
I realize this blog is about how to sustain style in the midst of a cold, frigid climate. But I can look cute in Texas, too.
Whilst being home for the holidays, usually I tend to become a bra-less, napping husk of a human being, so full of actually well-cooked food that I could maybe never move again. But this time, I tried to maintain some dignity through my comatose hibernation state.
In Texas, I had to do as the Texans. This drawing is a little gratuitous today, given that I don't look exactly like a Bratz doll. But, nonetheless here it is. I own a cowboy-esque suede jacket from- you guessed it- Goodwill, that I've never really worn because I was afraid of being too Texan. When it came time to wear this I knew that black Creepers could not be the shoe choice. No, if I was going to go Texan, I was going to go ALL THE WAY.
Cowboy boots.
When I was younger living in Texas, I would constantly wish for the day I could get out of here. I rued every Texas accent and every time I had to drive 20 miles to get where I needed to go. But as I got older, and especially as I moved away, I missed my Western roots. I missed it being normal to smile at strangers, I missed random old ladies telling me how cute my hair was. I missed being able to park my car. I missed fried food and good customer service. I missed "Golly" being a common phrase... well kind of. And it may sound weird to miss a landscape but I did. For the last 6 months every day I've woken up to hills surrounding me. But it was good to finally land in a place where you can see for miles all around, and where you can see the sunset.
In addition to this constant pining for the West, I've also pined for more and more Western fashion. As I moved away, I wanted to look like I was going to ACL at least 3 times a week. That is, in the summer at least. It's harder to incorporate Western fashion to cold fashion. But, maybe by bringing my brown leather items back and incorporating them into my planned-outfit scheme, I can feel like home is with me.
But, really I wanted to use this post partially as a thankfulness post. I feel extremely grateful to be encouraged and appreciated and made fun of for doing dumb, extra things like this. I am so grateful for all of my strong amazing friends who aid each other in cooking up ideas that we help each other make into fruition. I am grateful for my family who make home my favorite place. I'm grateful for the people I love who keep me strong and sane even if I drive them insane. It's good to finally be surrounded by people who accept me.
So thanks,
y'all.
Whilst being home for the holidays, usually I tend to become a bra-less, napping husk of a human being, so full of actually well-cooked food that I could maybe never move again. But this time, I tried to maintain some dignity through my comatose hibernation state.
In Texas, I had to do as the Texans. This drawing is a little gratuitous today, given that I don't look exactly like a Bratz doll. But, nonetheless here it is. I own a cowboy-esque suede jacket from- you guessed it- Goodwill, that I've never really worn because I was afraid of being too Texan. When it came time to wear this I knew that black Creepers could not be the shoe choice. No, if I was going to go Texan, I was going to go ALL THE WAY.
Cowboy boots.
When I was younger living in Texas, I would constantly wish for the day I could get out of here. I rued every Texas accent and every time I had to drive 20 miles to get where I needed to go. But as I got older, and especially as I moved away, I missed my Western roots. I missed it being normal to smile at strangers, I missed random old ladies telling me how cute my hair was. I missed being able to park my car. I missed fried food and good customer service. I missed "Golly" being a common phrase... well kind of. And it may sound weird to miss a landscape but I did. For the last 6 months every day I've woken up to hills surrounding me. But it was good to finally land in a place where you can see for miles all around, and where you can see the sunset.
In addition to this constant pining for the West, I've also pined for more and more Western fashion. As I moved away, I wanted to look like I was going to ACL at least 3 times a week. That is, in the summer at least. It's harder to incorporate Western fashion to cold fashion. But, maybe by bringing my brown leather items back and incorporating them into my planned-outfit scheme, I can feel like home is with me.
But, really I wanted to use this post partially as a thankfulness post. I feel extremely grateful to be encouraged and appreciated and made fun of for doing dumb, extra things like this. I am so grateful for all of my strong amazing friends who aid each other in cooking up ideas that we help each other make into fruition. I am grateful for my family who make home my favorite place. I'm grateful for the people I love who keep me strong and sane even if I drive them insane. It's good to finally be surrounded by people who accept me.
So thanks,
y'all.
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