What I Wore: Ready Here I Come

What I Wore: Ready Here I Come

Sometimes I feel silly having this blog, but when I think about it I'm proud to have it. I've had this particular blog since January of last year, and before that I kept up on my art blog regularly (when I had my finger on the pulse), or kept up with facebook photo albums or flickr. Going waaay back when I lived in Brazil I had a livejournal.

So one can say that I like to blog, to journal. And although this blog did not start as chronicling my outfits after a month or so it became that. Now I don't know much about fashion, but I know a great deal about sewing, history of costuming, and am a very visual person. Being wrapped up in the art world and illustration fashion and how you present yourself go hand in hand. And since I am not able to paint and draw as much as I used to, thinking of outfit combos and taking pictures of them (even if just by my mirror) gives me a glimpse of visual art during my day.




It has also been so therapeutic. Many days I don't even want to get out of bed, but getting up, fixing my hair, and putting a cute or ridiculous outfit on makes me feel better... more unique... more me. I may not have the best body or the best body image, but it doesn't stop me from wearing what I want. Because we're young, we should live fearlessly. Having an outfit get complimented that you thrifted or got off sales racks is a sense of accomplishment. Which I have currently felt lacking. There are other benefits to this world. I have never felt so supported as I do here. I can vent, I can share my struggles, and even when I loose followers and friends in real life, I gain so much more here in friendships and camaraderie, and am not judged.

So yeah sometimes I'm shy about this here blog, but not as much anymore. Because it may seem silly to some, but it offers a visual to my daily activities, so that I can dive back into that memory and feel it again. Just like how my grandma always remembered the dress she was wearing during important times of her life, I am putting a visual of myself into the history of Lauren Moyer... the Destroyer.




What does this rant have to do with what I wore? Nothing. I'm proud of my thrifted outfit (though I look very young and school girlish), these pictures, my blog, the fact I just did an hour of yoga (i'm all sweaty but it felt good), that I hung these three pieces in platform heels the other day, and that I got through one more day, no matter how crappy that day was.

Artwork by local artist Mary Rousseaux entitled "Summertime" epoxy and resin on board.

{ Materials Used }

Blouse } Thrifted

Skirt } Handmade, thrifted

Shoes } Thrifted

Necklace } F21

Purse } Kohls

Huggles,
Lauren




Oh and I hope someone got the pun in the post title... Ready... I'm wearing Red? Eh? EH? Laugh, Im effing hilarious.