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Oh my little Converse, I put you on today.  It was a morning that called for faded jeans, a t-shirt with two white axes sprawled across the front … and you my lovelies.  Alternative music tuning the air, is my inner hipster wanting to dance?

converse:  american shoe company distinguished by a star insignia – worn by basketball players, celebs, skaters … and me

What we put on says a lot about our quirks and  idiosyncrasies … at least for that day.  This guise might convey that I’m comfortable, relaxed and enjoying stuff around me.  Coffee is my drug of choice and I eat piles of vegetables, but adore cheese. 

Tomorrow I might have a slim black skirt and heels, at least short ones since I gave up my beloved tall heels – sigh.  Would you expect me to have a salad, with the dressing on the side and a glass of Chardonnay; which, by the way, I do not like?

We read people by their appearance, but is that who they really are?  Why do we define people by what we see? 

If you could wear something that reflected your personality, what would the outfit look like?

Missy

ps there’s a new poem posted under “expressions” that’s a small nod to a few of the shoes in my closet.


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  1. sewsavyApril 24, 2015 at 7:15 AM

    Interesting questions, Missy. My shoes would probably scream "practical". No style left in this person. My daughter loved high top converse as a teen and would wear nothing else. Very thought provoking.

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    1. Missy AApril 24, 2015 at 2:20 PM

      Hi Marlene...while your shoes may scream "practical," your fun personality shines through your colorful tops. We are all so much more than what's on the outside!

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