After years of searching for the perfect army-esque jacket, I finally found the one. It wasn't in an overpriced boutique, a trendy online shop, nor did I stumble across it by chance in a thrift store. Instead, it came to me in the form of a sweet girl's swap page, looking to swap for a shirt of mine. It was the first item of hers that interested me, but I hesitated at first. It was a size smaller than I normally wear and didn't want to risk. In the end I decided that if I was receiving it for free (the shirt I swapped was one I hadn't worn in a long time and was collecting dust), I had nothing to lose. Alas, my worrying for nothing. It finally arrived on Friday and it exceeded all expectations. Lightweight and fitted enough to not overwhelm me, but structured enough to give the masculine feel I had hoped for. I always love the contrast between masculine and feminine pieces, so I knew immediately I wanted to throw it over an airy dress, of which I have no lack of.
Another reason I felt so happy in this outfit yesterday was the accessories. I had completely forgot I had this scarf and pulled it out while I was searching for a different one to try. I'm definitely not stuffing it back in my closet this time. Then there's the shoes. Too many things have gotten in the way of taking outfit pictures in these shoes. Usually I end up wearing them on days I don't have time to take pictures, but a little over a week ago, tragedy struck. I wore them to go to a flea market, one located in an open field. The flea market took place the day after a big storm. There was no avoiding the mud. By the time we left (not long after we had arrived due to more rain and my sickness), they were covered in the stuff. I fought the tears and hoped they stood a chance of being cleaned. Outside my door they sat for a week, untouched. I found it difficult to find the time to clean them, but I mostly was afraid of the disappointment. Two days ago, I grabbed a roll of paper towels and wouldn't stop scrubbing until they were clean. Much to my excitement, most of the mud came off. They still aren't perfect (I didn't take a photo of the sides), but they're wearable, which is all that matters. Never again will I risk ruining an item in my closet again.
Also notable about this post: T.J. in front of the camera for once. He fought it at first, but I was so impressed with his sweater/button down combo that I wouldn't take no for an answer. I wish you all could have heard me shouting, "all of my readers want to see you! You'll never meet any of them!" as he tried to hide his face. As usual (though he'd disagree), I won in the end.
Oh, in response to a couple of the comments in my last post: I did not place those newspapers on the ground (I'm not that creative), though that is the paper I write for and while I agree it's impressive that T.J. climbed a tree for a better shot, I have to admit that it was mostly due to his inner child's love of climbing trees. In reality, he would have taken any excuse to get up there. I, on the other hand, can't say I'm quite as adventurous. I'm also never in the right clothes or shoes.
By the way, I know I've talked the swap group on Facebook I'm in a lot, so I was wondering: Is anyone else interested in swapping clothes? I can add anyone to that group if they'd like. I had another idea though, would anyone be interested in creating a blogger-specific swap group?
Dress: Francesca's Collections
Jacket: New York & Co., via swap
Scarf: Consignment store
Shoes: Modcloth Reading Room Romance flats