- Henry David Thoreau

Now, to me, EVERYTHING requires new clothes.  Well, maybe not requires, but I certainly use every excuse I can fabricate to buy new clothing.  Shannylee.com’s renovations are underway, not just in appearance, but in content.  Like I said last time, I feel I’ve been holding back on 90% of who I am because I wanted to keep this little place about art only.  PSH!  Yeah, not anymore.  I was feeling suffocated and confined.  Now I know I can get on here and just say whatever I want about whatever I want. 

So more about the clothes…  Now I would be lying if I said that I woke up every morning with butterflies in my stomach at the thought of getting dressed.  Some mornings I wake up wishing I could wear sweatpants and my husband’s Air Force t-shirts with old flip-flops to work, but the better part of me, the self-respecting part of me won’t let me.  I stare into my closet with disdain, wishing my mother had never bred into me my love for clothing, and I conjure up some outfit, ordinary or not, that gives me that little sigh of relief after gazing in the mirror and reflecting on the torment I endured to pick it out.  Then there are my shoes.  I have never dreaded choosing which shoes to wear.  I have quite unhealthy love affair with my shoes.  Whether they be leather ankle boots, gladiator sandals, or peekaboo wedges; I adore them all.  Here is an outfit from this past weekend on a Vespa ride to Soergel’s Orchards.

Shirt: Lux
Vest:  Target
Belt:  H&M
Shoes:  Steve Madden
Sunglasses:  Kenneth Cole

And what girl wears just a t-shirt on a Vespa?  I had tights on, too.  Those came off as soon as the ride was over because I loath tights.  LOATH, I tell you.
 
And shopping on Saturday at Southside Worx:

Shirt:  Kenar
Jeans & Scarf:  H&M
Gladiator Sandals:  Coconuts
Purse:  UO

I may not have time to draw/paint/sew everyrday, but I definitely DO get dressed everyday, so I’ll be around here alot more.