The weekend came and went. I don’t think I even blinked and it’s already Tuesday morning–I’ve had much to do at home and at work lately. I consult my phone’s Notes app and calendar almost every day just to keep track of where I’m supposed to go and what to do. It’s been a real lifesaver.
Anyway you’re probably not here to hear me yammer on about my boring days. I did schedule some time to shoot some content for the blog, because I find this to be a creative outlet of sorts. A few months ago I bought this orange Carhartt beanie. I thought it would be vibrant, but not blindingly bright orange. I call it the “traffic cone” to excuse its shocking color to others, but I find myself slowly growing fond of its undeniable presence.
I’m also pretty happy with the way my Bridge and Burn “Straat Olive” jacket is faring. I haven’t worn it much since getting my wool coats, but for the slightly warmer 60-70s temperatures it’s all the layer I need. And I love the functional pockets that let me go purse-less. So this is what it feels like to be a guy! It’s great! Just carrying keys, cash and phone feels so light. I should challenge myself to carry less in my bag sometime.
On Sunday–it was even warmer during the day, but I just wanted something to keep my ears warm. Round 2 on Traffic Cone Duty:
This is about as street as you’ll ever see me. I can’t pull off any more street style than this.
Top: old Men’s Gap sweatshirt
Jeans: Uniqlo Ultra Stretch denim in navy
Shoes: old Nike Lunarglide+ 4
It pleases me now that more often than not I leave the house dressed exactly the way I mean to be seen. Having the right pieces helps and having a defined vision of how I want to present myself is key. I have a slight tomboy side that eschews trends for comfort, and I won’t let that go anytime soon. I am more willing to try more feminine styles now that I’m older, but there’s a part of me that will always want to be ready to play and run and not worry about snagging pretty clothes. And on those days I can run around in pants and jackets like these and still feel true to me.
At the risk of sounding really lame (with shameless self-plug + nice tidy ending,) I’d call that the essence of being Uniformly Dressed.