Nothing special. Just something cobbled together from the limited choices that work in my wardrobe, between nursing and spit-ups and several extra kilos.

The fits are right for me. The proportions aren't best in this combination. The colours are... not bad. This is the kind of outfit, in fact, that says: "I'm nothing special. In fact, I'm a bit bore."

Well, I like it--no mistake about that. I'm comfy in it. It does the job for a day at home with a tiny baby. The SSB shirt is actually nicer than the matte mulberry silk ever photographs. I enjoy the self-check pattern and the slubbiness of the handloom skirt. But it looks like nothing special.

So why am I posting it? Because it is nothing special. And I'm fine with that. (Though I needed to tug that shirt straight!)

Because that and an entirely bare face represent a level of confidence and comfort in my own skin, in my choices both sartorial and otherwise that I did not have pre-YLF or pre-baby.

Which speaks to several threads that have interested me of late. The modesty experiment. What I expect fashion to do for me. And it's my shout out to Angie and Natalie---for delinking my confidence from appearance alone while making dressing up fun again and giving me confidence to go play, and for showing that every day's outfit has worth, be it never so casual. (Others are implicated in this paradigm shift too. IK, Mo, Shannon, Beth Ann, Sarah A...no, just too many to name. But thinking especially of Angie and Natalie just because it's(was) their birthday...

So tell me: did YLF do a tectonic shift on your world view too? Or at least shake up a few habits, shake loose some old hang-ups? Or did it just give you a platform to play with who you always were?

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