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4.19.2011

Diaries of a Pastoral Fashionista: My favorite shirt.

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It's snowing.
He he. He he he. He he. DISGUSTING!
I'm trying to laugh it off and have a pleasant sense of humor about the weather.
It will be warmer soon, right?

I tried to include some outdoor shots for today's edition of "Diaries of a Pastoral Fashionista." I was most certain that you, too, would want to enjoy the glory of snow in the middle of April.

Snowbird in April




Favorite 1

Today I wore my favorite shirt! It's from Pac Sun. Are you familiar with that store? It's a store geared to people the age of my confirmation students. "What were YOU doing THERE?" you ask?

Well, I hadn't ventured into the store for QUITE some time, but a few months ago I stopped in because I was in search of my favorite fragrance from high school! Not surprisingly, that fragrance was discontinued long, long ago. While I was there, I thought, "Well, I might as well look for some deals!" I found this classy black shirt while I was there! The lesson: Don't avoid certain stores just because you fear they are "too old" or "too young" for you!

Shirt: Pac Sun.
Pants: Kohls.
Shoes: Target.
Necklace: Target.

Collage of Favorite Shirt

4.11.2011

Diaries of a Pastoral Fashionista: Grandpa Pants

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It's okay not to match. And for this outfit, I embraced my non-matching self.


I purchased these cropped print pants awhile back for $9, and they had been waiting patiently in my closet to be worn. The tricky part is that I had no idea what to wear them with. Cropped pants are always a risk, but the sun was shining, so I figured, "Today is the day!"


I decided to wear the unique pants with a bright shirt and ridiculously high heels. The outfit was a success, especially if the goal was to see how many people I could get to comment on my shoes in one day. This was not my original goal, but it ended up providing ample entertainment throughout a very lengthy Monday.


The comments ranged from, "Whoa! Where did you buy those?" to "We always love your interesting shoes" to "I remember when my ankles could handle shoes like those."


Lesson: Put on the heels. Or maybe the lesson was: Don't put on the heels. Or: Be careful what you wear to book group. Or: Bring a back-up pair of shoes on hospital visit day.


Bottom line: I love weird shoes. And today, I very much love my job.

People are a beautiful creation.


Run Down


Grandpa style


Danger Shoes

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