For the past month, I’ve been trying really hard to consciously wear clothes that bring me joy. You know, like Marie Kondo style joy. This particular focus came from my “sartorial resolutions,” but also because winter is HARD. It’s so easy to be miserable when the existence of outside air hurts your face. I love layers and sweaters, but coats and snow boots can be particularly irksome. Relatable?
Anyway, this outfit of joy (I just came up with that, idk) is a variation on a theme that I’ve been wearing a lot of recently. The outfit recipe always starts with high waist jeans. This pair here is my second pair of vintage Levi’s (although my first pair of 501s, which feels like an important detail), and also the *ONLY* item I purchased this month because of those g-dang resolutions and the harsh reality that I’m a poor college student. I found them on an Etsy shop called Shop Future, where the vintage Levi curation is some of the best I’ve seen online. And I’ve done a lot A LOT of digging around for vintage Levi’s — much more for someone who only has two pairs. But now I have them, and I kind of sort of think they’re my soulmate. Soulmate jeans. Coining that now.
This shirt (currently on sale, FYI) is fun because it makes me feel like Jane Birkin’s long lost sister who apparently frequents used bookstores. Or maybe I look more like a librarian who’s nostalgic for the 70s. If I had clogs, this outfit would have been complete. These mules (similar pair here) will have to do for now. With socks, always.
Case and point: dress in whatever identity you want to assume that morning, even if it borderlines a 90s mom and hippie-chic (if that’s a thing). I’m finding that the less I truly care about what anyone else thinks about my outfit, the more I’m inclined to dress in a way that makes me happy and able to face the day with power moves only. Ja feel?