Look, I know the title of this post makes me sound a lot like Dr. Seuss, but there is a method to my madness.
There are so many successful blogs out there, and I really want to be one of them. So in doing my research on what makes some of them so successful, I discovered that several of them include a “What I Wore” post every-so-often. Well, Ladies (and if the title didn’t turn you away from reading on, Fellas, then I respectfully include you, too), since that is not exactly my style – to brag on my style – I thought, “Perhaps I can demonstrate my own take on it, She-STYLE.” (See what I did just there?)
You see, every Fourth of July, The Hubster (Adrian) and I have our Annual Camping on the Beach Date Night. (I capitalize it to emphasize its importance). This year, he decided it was time to christen me to the crabbing world.
Now I don’t know about you, but Date Night of any kind is an exciting thought – even if you know you’re gonna catch crabs. So every year for camping, being the Bohemian-Glitter-Girl that I am, I try to dress up without dressing up. I want my man to think I’m purty after all; but I also don’t want to wear a ball-gown to the murky waters of Surfside, Texas.
In all the afore-mentioned blog posts, these girls have definitely got their sassy pants (or dresses, or whatever) on. Trendy, pricey, and GORGEOUS. Thing is, my take is a little different. For instance, let me walk you through last year’s ensemble:
Hat: 99 Cent Store, $1, Glasses: Target (pronounced “tarjay”, of course) Dollar Clearance Bins, $1, Earrings: Beauty by Chelsea, thank you very much (in other words, The Daughts gave them to me), Shirt: Tough Mudder Team Carpe Diem, Free (I EARNED that sucker!!), Capri Mom-Jeans: Goodwill, $4.99, Shoes: Penny Wise Resale, $2
Yea. Not too trendy OR pricey. (But guess what? The Hubster DID say I looked GORGEOUS. Even in my high-waisted mom-jean capris. He made the conscious effort to say so. Rare, I know.)
This year's ensemble and where it came from would equally bore you, but the date details wouldn’t. (No. Not THOSE details, Dirty-Birdies) So we use our small means to make for a big night…who CARES about that part? The tent goes in the back of the truck and we literally lay on cardboard and blankets. We drink wine out of plastic wine glasses that get sand in them and make our mouths a little gritty. We watch the free fireworks at night over the sand and water. And boy-oh-BOY did we go CRABBING! We caught a bountiful booty of blues…and then we partook in the trophy that was sweet crabby meat! Did it REALLY matter what I wore? To take this moment in our very SHORT lives to breathe each other in? To take this moment in our very BUSY lives to remember how small we are next to the great, big ocean God created, but how meaningful our living legacy and the one we leave behind can be in the very moment we remember that?
What you have or how much you spend does not make the man (or woman), I tell ya. What you do with what you’ve been given sure does. Do you let bitter people steal your joy? Or are you, perhaps, one of those joy-thieves referred to? Are you making the most of every, single, precious moment? Or are you recklessly wasting time sweating the small stuff?
Are you dressing for success when you wake up without even thinking about clothing, or in your most-expensive clothes are you setting yourself and others up for failure?
Are you basking in crabs, or are you one of them?
Me? When others are talking about What SHE Wore, I hope they are inclined to say, “Her heart.”