speed (the movie, not the drug)

cardigan: loft, shirt: target, skirt: forever 21, shoes: nine west, scarf: borrowed 

 While reviewing my full length photos I was struck by how much empty space is above my head.  I have my father, a photographer, to thank for this observation.  Until recently, I paid no mind to how much head space was in a photo- I only worried about making sure my head and feet were both included.  At my cousin's wedding in December, my father pointed out that it was best to include as little "above head" room in a photo as possible.  He coached me as I was taking pictures: "too much head room," "oh, now you've cut off the feet," and other such comments.  I felt like I could never get it right.  And maybe I can't.  It reminds me of when I was learning to drive (my dad being the one who taught me): if I was going over 55 he'd say "you're going to fast," but anything under 55 would get a "you're going to slow."  I had a nightmare that I was a human hood ornament during that time, that would be blown off the car if it was going anything other than an exact 55 miles an hour.  (Kind of reminds you of Speed the movie, right?)

All this to say, sometimes we can't be perfect and that's okay.  I get caught up in how perfectly (or not) an outfit works and I lose sight of my comfort or the outfits functionality.  Nobody's perfect, not even me (ha!), and it's probably good that all of us out here in blogland keep sight of that as we post our outfits for others to judge.  I'm hoping that this blog will not heighten my drive to be perfect, but instead help me come to terms with who I am, everyday, regardless of what I'm wearing.  Thanks for reading!  :)