Piece of Work
|Dress: c/o Madam Rage Cardigan: thrifted Bag: c/o Oasap Shoes: Just Fab Watch: c/o Style Girl|
I've enjoyed my Feral watch for some time now, but it's time I started expanding the watch collection. Soooo...my "collection" now consists of two! This new map print watch from Style Girl is adorable and perfect for any brown-accented outfits of mine. And with these sandals from Just Fab getting so much love, I'm bound to be having a lot more browns showing up in my outfits.
So the title of this post is dedicated to a humorous moment from earlier in the year.
I often get frustrated with myself over how slow I take in opening up to others. I'm this bashful little turtle that hides in her shell half the year, and finally when the semester is almost over, I emerge from my barrier and make connections. In the past month, I've befriended a couple of my fellow senators, and I'm sad to see our year come to an end so quickly. If only I'd been less shy and reserved! To all you extroverts, I envy your ease at this socializing thing.
Anyway, some senators and I had gotten onto the topic of art and my background came up. The guy sitting across from me waved his hand up and down my seated frame and said, "You even dress like a piece of work!"
I busted out laughing and asked him to clarify just what kind of work he meant. Everytime I think of it, I have to chuckle a bit. Yes, I'm just a "piece of work." So it's become our joke, and at the end of our last Senate meeting, he'd written a sentimental commentary for each Senator that was leaving. When he reached my name, I was pleasantly surprised by what he said.
It's odd to think how other's might view you. I often worry others mistake my shyness for obnoxiousness. My style doesn't quite match up to my reserved nature! However, perhaps it's because I let this particular person see the real me, he was able to understand my character better.
I can't quite piece together his exact words in my memory, but it went along the lines that despite my shy exterior, it hid an engaging and vibrant personality that he felt lucky he'd gotten to know. Of course, he also had to throw in the "piece of work" comment towards the end too.
As I've grown older, I've become more comfortable with my role as a loner. Before, I would gaze wistfully at my giggly, loud, and obnoxious peers, wishing I was a part of their shenanigans. However, it all felt so fake to me, and I couldn't force that level of hyperness or shrillness...ahh, high school. Today, I feel as if I've grown more gracefully into my quiet personality, and I'm content with it. Those who take the time get to know me will discover the hidden layers of goofiness, wit, and opinions that exist underneath the somber exterior.
For now, I like to let my clothes do the talking!