On Being An Individual and Not Having a Vintage-Sized Waist.

I was feeling kind of bad about myself the other day.  I mean, this is not an unusual thing for me, and I think for most women, it’s a fairly common occurrence right?  You all know I love vintage clothing.  But (spoiler alert coming up) I HARDLY EVER FIT INTO THEM.  Thankfully, I have a mom who used to be a professional seamstress, and so my big secret is that she actually works miracles on all the weird stuff I bring to her and adds sometimes even multiple sizes to outfits so that they fit.  I know that vintage runs small.  And I know that clothing alterations are necessary for pretty much everyone, because no one is a “one size fits all” body type.  But that doesn’t stop me from feeling badly about it at times.

I grew up with a mom who had constant weight woes.  Throughout my entire childhood, I heard her talk about how she couldn’t lose weight and how she felt badly about her body.  Even though I didn’t ever struggle with weight and my body type was COMPLETELY different from hers (I was taller than her by the time I was 7!), somehow her fears about weight transferred onto me.

My feeling badly about my non-vintage sized waistline started when I made the mistake of actually measuring my waist (don’t do that by the way…it’s not nice!) and seeing the real number on the measuring tape, and not the number I just guessed off the top of my head.  You know like your magical driver’s license weight where no one is checking on it to make sure you’re not lying…so you kind of just “guess” which basically means, take your goal weight, shave ten pounds off of it because you could totally get there right??  Back to my waistline measurement.  No, I’m not confused and accidentally looking at the number in centimeters…although I wish that were the case.  Maybe there’s a math formula where you divide the number in half and that’s my ACTUAL waistline number???  All I know is that the number was discouraging for me…especially after working out like a beast and actually seeing changes in my body recently.

After getting all bummed out like I did, I then had another thought.  I thought to myself…”wait…who dictates what number size my waist should be?  If I have a healthy lifestyle and I’m doing the best and most that I can, why should I feel badly??”  I kind of had a moment of like #girlpower or something, because I suddenly felt all fired up about this whole concept of “who says I have to be _____??”  I mean, why do we always feel like we need to conform to a certain size, shape, style, or even personality?  We are individuals.  And NOTHING is more beautiful than confidence and individuality.  Forget the tape measure.  It’s going away.  If it fits, it fits.  If it doesn’t, I’ll have my mom add some fabric, make it even more funky and unique, and STOP feeling badly about it.  No matter how hard I workout, my waistline is never going to be 26″, and it’s a good thing, because that would probably look super weird on me.

And here’s why I chose this outfit to go with this topic.  Sometimes I get a little self conscious of how my thighs look in jeans, so I often wear something long enough to cover them.  When I took these pictures, I almost put a long tank top under this amazing Midnight Rider tee, but I felt like that would have lost some of the impact of the outfit.  And you know what?  I’m just gonna go ahead and not apologize for my thighs and be happy with them!!

The bells are Show Me Your Mumu and this incredible bolo is from my awesome friend Hillbilly Gypsy Boots (it was a custom order, which she’s fabulous at).  Indian chief ring is from my favorite Ruby Rose.  I have good friends who love me in spite of the fact that I only know Bob Dylan as Jakob Dylan’s dad and that I had no idea that “The Band” was an actual BAND.  It’s nice to have friends who love you for who you are, despite your ignorance about the 1970’s!

Happy midweek to all of you amazing and individually beautiful girls!
Katy

A Scarf As A Top? Heck Yeah!

You know what I think is kind of funny?  Thinking back to what I used to think was pretty.  Like clothes I wanted to wear and styles I thought were amazing.  I remember for like five minutes wearing those mesh slip on flats (I think they were probably technically slippers in whatever culture they originated from) that had like shiny flowers on the toes.  Tons of tiny butterfly clips in my hair…remember that lovely trend??  Or how about Juicy Couture head to toe monochromatic velour sweatsuits.  Ohhhhh yeahhhhh I loved that one for a while.  For a while it was all leggings and skinny jeans and now it’s all wide leg pants and bell bottoms.  Isn’t it weird how one year your perception of something can be one way, then literally just a year later, you see the exact same outfit or style COMPLETELY differently??

Nothing about the actual styles changed.  It’s just our perception of them that changed.  Sometimes that happens to me with clothing items in my closet.  Like for example this scarf that I’ve had for years.  I love it.  But as a scarf, I just don’t love wearing it.  I’ve worn it before, but it just didn’t really work super well.  So one day, I decided if it was a shirt, I’d love it.

As a shirt, I absolutely love this scarf.  I tied it into a halter top because it’s a rather large scarf, and I love the print too much to use it as an accent piece.  If I wear it with high waisted bell bottoms, it feels very vintage and 1970’s to me.  It’s all about perception.  As a scarf, I’m just probably not gonna wear it.  But as a top, It’s one of my favorite hot weather tops!  The bells are my new favorites from Show Me Your Mumu and the earrings are from Southbound.

I betcha there are some things in your closet that you could repurpose or just wear differently and change your perception of them!  Like a skirt as a dress, a scarf as a halter top or a head wrap, an earring even as a new necklace pendant.  Sometimes we all just need to see things a little differently to discover a whole new world right underneath our noses! 🙂

Katy