I say this despite the fact that I've used the word "polished" many, many times on this very blog, describing outfits that I believed/hoped gave me that quality of looking like I actually have my shit together.
Outfits that I hoped would make it seem like I might not be the kind of person whose necklaces are literally thrown together in a basket (note: this is an upgrade from the Tupperware container they used to be in) in one huge, gigantic snarled knot.
Like I might be the kind of person who can find things like the title to her car, or her daughter's birth certificate, when needed.
Like I might be capable of achieving hair symmetry, ever.
But I am not that person, that polished person. I have holes in my stockings and I can't find one of my favorite shoes and I usually have to go back into the house twice when I'm trying to leave because I forgot stuff and my desk at work is seriously just one gigantic pile of papers (it's actually many, many piles of papers) and somewhere in my house is a cardboard box with a bunch of mail in it that's from, like, 2005, that just got packed up and moved the last time we moved, and never unpacked, because I never wanted to deal with it. And I still don't.
So this threadbare dress, these uneven victory rolls, this cheesy faux-fur scarf and these lousy stockings are a pretty fair representation of what I'm really about. Not polished. Not really having my shit together at all. But kind of OK with how the whole mess is turning out.
Dress: Vintage, thrifted
Total cost to me: About $8