Maestra

I went to a grade school that required a uniform, and I hated it. Childhood is where my penchant for accessories developed, because they were the only way I could differentiate myself in a sea of children wearing matching outfits. When I graduated to high school, and then college, I was finally able to dispose of that garish clothing once and for all. I was free, I was free, I was free! I could express myself as I wanted through my clothing: color, texture, cut, the sky was the limit!

Fast forward to the present day, and I've self-imposed a uniform for the work week again: a plain colored shirt, jeans or slacks, and sneakers. Maybe flats or oxfords, boots even, if I want to be fancy. As contrarian as it sounds, my day job as a designer makes me less inclined to exert that energy anywhere else but, at least Monday through Friday. One less thing to focus on or worry about means a more concerted effort dedicated to my work.

Until I get on Instagram, and then it's all downhill from there.

Uniqlo tee and socks

Zara crop top, culottes, loafers, and necklace