A week of style

Monday, August 21, originally uploaded by Hungover in Heels.

To initiate this blog I documented what I wore every day last week. I will do this from time to time, but often I will just pick a few of the better outfits. This first one is Monday.

Tuesday
It became unbearabley hot in SF for a few days, no weighty fabrics for me.

Protip: Never use the belt a dress comes with.
Kimchi Blue Dolly Shirt Dress, unlisted ballet flats, Anthropolgie belt









Wednesday





Thursday







Friday

The fog returned. Back to layering.

Gap v-neck tea, kimchi blue skirt, super cozy knit sweater, UR leggings, FRY boots.

(first week of new blog style every day self-challenge)












Super cute skirt detail.

Mission Statement

Hi There!

One night while sorting through hangers of dresses I was struck with the idea that I am blessed and lucky and should probably tell people about it. I ought to share my good fortune, give people hope, show people that dreams can come true, and to find other people like me who are on the same path. These all seemed like worthwhile, noble, and necessary things.

It had occurred to me while I was getting ready for a date. I did not know where I was going as my partner had said only, “W will be walking there so wear shoes somewhat comfortable and dress a bit whimsical.”

Reader, I had no idea what this meant but immediately started thinking of outfits for the evening. The easy part was the shoes. I would wear my mary janes with the one and half inch heels. They were cute enough for date night but not too painful for walking. The rest was more difficult to figure out.

Two frocks, a skirt, and top lay on the bed discarded after trying them on and deciding they were either too formal or too serious. I shifted more dresses from the recess of the closet and inspected them. They were not quite right. Back in the closet they go. That is when the idea struck me. I was choosing which dress to wear for a date and it had not even occurred to me that I shouldn’t, couldn’t, or wouldn’t wear a dress, or skirt, or heels.

This elation hit me so hard I sat down. How did I not notice every day how lucky I was to be able to do that? When I was young I dreamed of being able to wear the pretty gowns I saw on TV or in magazines. I envied my sisters and girlfriends the clothes they wore, the magic they carried with them at all times. The special aura that was female. I ached from the desire to be one of them, even for a single day. Here I was, years later, living as a woman and too often overlooking how amazing an accomplishment that was.I knew I had to write something about it.

Not just for you reader, but for myself as well. The details should not go unnoticed. I want to be honest about this experience of being able to be a lady when I did not start out that way. This blog is an attempt to be my reminder of being so happy about it every single day. We should all be so lucky to live our dreams enough that we forget they are our dreams. Time to pay attention.