Sartorially Particular

I had a pair of cutoff shorts that I made out of a pair of jeans that I got secondhand in 2004.  I really loved the shorts and they were my weekend uniform for the past few summers.  But gosh, they finally fell apart.  They actually split at the seams.  I thanked them for their service and realized I did not have anything with which to replace them.  (Note: denim cutoffs are EMOTIONAL CLOTHING.)

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I shot this look in San Jose the same week that I replaced the denim cutoffs and I had very similar thoughts on both days.  The day I shot this look, I remember thinking, "How very over are skinny jeans?" And later in the week I thought "are denim cutoffs even something I need to keep wearing?" Then I realized that I know exactly what I like to wear and so these are the wrong questions.

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Things I like include:

1. Comforting cotton basics

2. Lack of pattern except geometrics

3. Pants that hit above the ankle except I don't actually want exposed ankles; I want stretchy cotton socks on my feet and covering my ankles.

4. High waisted EVERYTHING

5. To never be itchy

6. Cardigan sweaters all day every day

OH MY GOD I AM OFFICIALLY OLD AND PART OF BEING OLD IS NOT CARING THAT YOU HAVE BECOME SARTORIALLY PARTICULAR AND YOU FIND EVERYTHING ELSE EXHAUSTING TO CONSIDER.

I don't think this means I'm not fun anymore, right? Fingers crossed that it means I am more fun than ever because it's kind of like I've passed through some sort of second puberty known as ages 25-35 and now I can really get my groove on.

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Thanks for reading.  Hope the weekend was a good one.


Gap tank (old) // J.Crew jeans (old) // Vintage boots // Celine sunglasses 

Your Own Worst Habit

I had this really useful conversation with my husband yesterday.  We were talking about judgement and how casually people sling it around.

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I told him that I had a conversation with another parent recently and over the course of our discussion, realized that we had zero parenting philosophies or strategies in common.  The old, knee jerk internal reaction would have been to judge all the ways this parent was doing it wrong.  However, I dug a little deeper past that initial reaction, and considered where the other parent was coming from.  This person (a father, not a mother, but not a detail I consider terribly important) loves his kids.  He loves them a lot! He thinks through all the ways that he decides to raise them.  He's been informed by his own walk through life, just as I've been informed by mine. 

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He doesn't have to do it my way, any more than I have to do it his way.  That isn't anything relevatory.  But what feels newer and better to me is to let go of the constant urge to evaluate that difference of opinion and assign "better" and "worse" labels to each side's decision making.  In that single conversation, I let go of that judgmental impulse previously residing inside of me much the same way you could release a helium balloon and watch it gently float toward the highest height (rough analogy for an environmentalist, but a handy one).

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After describing this freeing process to by husband, he pointed out that we were having a sort of meta-moment, where we were kind of judging judgmental people as being less than those who had broken free of that habit.  It's a good point, but I'm not too worried. There's room for caring, constructive judgement in life.  Your boss gives it to you.  You give it to your spouse and your kids and your dear friends.  But the intention is to be helpful, not to create some sort of cruel totem pole of winners on the top and losers on the bottom. Intention and context mean a lot.

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Good luck breaking free of your own worst habits.  And if you decide not to change at all, I'm not judging.


American Eagle Outfitters hat (old) // Chanel top (vintage) // Amour Vert shorts (sample sale) // Clarks sandals (old) 

Weekend Uniform

Whenever my husband gets something new to wear, he spends a lot of time extolling the virtues of the new garment out loud.  I don't know if he makes these proclamations to everyone he meets, or if he saves them all up just for me.  But I do know that when he gets something new to wear, I'm going to hear about it.  A lot.

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This Baracuta jacket was kind of a splurgy item for me.  I don't usually spend $300 on something so casual.  I'll spend that much or more on something fancy, because I don't worry that it will wear out quickly with daily use.  I've been wearing this jacket nonstop since I bought it months back, and this time I'm the one who can't stop exclaiming.  It's just SO COMFORTABLE SO WELL MADE SO PERFECTLY FITTING SO EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED SO WORTH THE MONEY.

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I'm actually wishing for a second one in a lighter shade.  Part of me feels like a weird Inspector Gadget when I consider purchasing the same garment in multiples, part of me feels like it's the best idea ever, and the minimalist part of me knows that I can wear forest green all year long and one jacket is all I need.  Ugh.  Too many Rebeccas weighing in on this decision.

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Don't worry, I'm not losing any sleep over this dilemma.

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Thanks for reading! Enjoy the long weekend!


Baracuta jacket // J.Crew jeans // Superga shoes // Uniqlo sweater (sold out)