On De-Maturation & Leather Boots. Also, New Years.

Oh man, guys. 

What. a. year. 

I quit two jobs, broke a hip, dyed my hair, discovered edamame, fell in and out of love with a dozen or so boys I never met, invented a couple of killer Jelly Belly recipes, overdosed on Sriracha, and kept up (relatively) with this little nerd of a blog. 

So like, whatever Miley.

But really, it's been a great year of figuring out just what I don't want while failing to understand anything I do. 

#maturity

Seriously, though: is it possible to actually become less mature with age? Because I'm fairly certain that I was more aware of who I was and what I wanted one year ago than I am today. 

Dats aight do. 

For now I'll continue to act like a doofus- 

to take the "F" out of "Fashion", 

the "cool" out of "effortless cool", 

& the "style" out of "style blogger". 

I'll continue to not understand the populous's meaning of "success" or the drive behind unavoidable pointless drama. I'll continue to watch cheesy love movies and pretend that my quirks are cute and not incredibly and unconventionally unflattering. 

And to eat pickles for breakfast. And cereal for dinner. 

And to unflinchingly assert that there exists no circumstance under which a comfortable pair of leather boots cannot suffice.

And to, consequently, end up dressing like this for events that, well, 

don't warrant dressing like this. 

Here we have what I would have worn out for New Years had I not spent the night nose deep in an alarmingly large glass of 2 parts red wine/1 part pink champagne and a disaster-filled box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. 

#partyanimal #booger #vomit #sausage(isactuallygood)

See, in my head, this was cute.

Then I put it on, and it wasn't, and I decided to wear it anyways. 

Observe : the thought-process behind nearly every outfit I've ever worn. 

shirt: Zara, skirt: vintage, boots: Frye

At least I don't routinely photograph myself in them and then publish said photos to the internet with inappropriately sardonic disclaimers making them easily accessible to potential employers. 

Happy New Year, nerds.

Photos by Matthew Engelhart.