I am not a fashion blogger, nor will I ever be. I value sleep far to much to look adorable every single day, and I have fully accepted this aspect of my life. However, I never wear yoga pants (or any type of sweat pant) or t-shirts out of the house unless I am going to the gym. Why you ask? Because in high school (dark days) this is all that I wore (and I looked awful. No really.) so my mother stole all of my t-shirts in the hopes that I would pull myself together and told me that I was only allowed to wear them on Fridays. While at the time it felt like she was out to ruin my life (hello teenage angst), I am so happy that I learned how to wear real clothes. So here is a picture of an outfit that I wore, mostly because I felt I was being edgy with patterns and mixing browns and blacks. Now I look at it and wonder if it even matches. I'm over it.
Also, please note that I took the picture looking down at my outfit. I follow enough fashion blogs to know that this is how it is done. Why you ask? No idea, but I did it anyway. However, I am sure real fashion bloggers would have found a much more photogenic piece of ground to stand on..
Insincerely Yours,
Heidi Jane
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