Oh my GOODNESS, where the hell have I been? How did I let the Dear Creatures train pass on by for so long?
I mean, my word...
I very infrequently find myself admiring the quality of the clothes I own, which is mainly due to my love of Free People and Urban Outfitters (great styles, simply abysmal quality), but I am seriously smitten here.
I bought my first Dear Creatures dress this past month to wear for my birthday from Modcloth, which I will at some point wear again and put on here I'm sure, and from there it just snowballed.
If only the Dear Creatures phase would've kicked in when mama was still making it rain as a full-time workin' gal! Because as it is? I have to resort to scouring the internet for sales and markdowns. Take this romper, I bought this romper off eBay for $18! $18!
The pattern is so precious, the detailing so perfect and it's wonderfully constructed. This is not a piece of clothing that I need to be ginger with. This is one rough and tumble romper!
But seriously? A romper off eBay? That's a serious risk. Especially for me and my elongated torso. To illustrate this let me mention that my boyfriend and I are almost the same height when we are seated, which isn't exceptional in and of itself, until I mention that he is a full 11 inches taller than me.
Romper: Dear Creatures
Hat: Free People
It seems so trivial now, but when I couldn't wear cute one piece swimsuits or track uniforms, or when I'd get sent home in high school when my stomach inevitably showed because the Abercrombie shirts I lived in all through the early 2000's were just not designed to fit my body, my torso length really bothered me.
When I was growing up there always seemed to be something bothering me about my body. I spent my tween years praying to develop, hoping every summer that I'd be able to come back to school with a shiny new pair of boobs in August. That lasted until high school when it occurred to me that I love not having to wear bras and then I started to fixate on how I'd look so much better if only my inseam were an inch or two longer to even me out a bit.
I am realizing that now, as I type this, that I am in no way insecure about my long torso and short legs anymore. I don't know whether it comes with being busy and not having time to pick apart my body, or if it comes with the shifting paradigm of priorities associated with adulthood, or if it comes with just growing into one's own skin. It might be a mix of the three, but it never hurts to realize you are so much more than your outward appearance (says the girl who blogs what she wears everyday).
Take away point? I need every Dear Creatures creation ever. EVER.