This is probably not the worst photo of me, but it does show how terrible I look in brown. I was 18 or 19, so obviously this was long before DYT (Dressing Your Truth, but more on that in a later post) but I remember choosing brown colors specifically for the purpose of not sticking out in any way. Blending in. Being unnoticed. And I truly believed that brown was a universal color that flattered everyone, because it was an earth tone. HA.
I look sad and droopy, and maybe like I'm hungover (I probably was). Brown colors make me look like a Prozac advertisement. Also, I held on to that brown hoodie until I was 30. Don't ask me why, I really couldn't tell you. It wasn't even that comfortable which defeats the entire purpose of a hoodie (if you're a hoodie and you fail at being comfortable, why do you even exist?!). But, it was falling apart so I finally threw it out. It was not something I even wanted to wear. I donated it after an embarrassingly long amount of time. And those corduroy pants? I don't even know what I was thinking, but it reminds me of every single couch in the 70s. And yes, that is a corduroy handbag. And yes, it matches my pants. The bronze coin necklace was really cool though, but better suited for a Type 3 (which is a Dressing Your Truth term, which if you're not familiar, feel free to check it out, HERE, as DYT is what saved me from a lifetime of boring brownish blah).
Tracy is a sometimes-working software engineer, all-the-time mother and wife, long-distance runner, biracial, shoe-loving, multi-lingual, world traveling, wannabe fashionista who drinks entirely too much coffee. She lives in the Seattle area and enjoys making babies and judging people.
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