I’ve worn each of these pieces before in posts, but never together, and I don’t take re-mix outfit photos ever, but that’s all I have these days, so that’s what you get. I have felt a little upset that I haven’t been able to post enough photos of outfits, because I’d love to. I have what I have, and do what I can with what I have. I actually get upset to find out that some people have dozens of pairs of shoes, dozens of clothes in their closets, drawers specifically filled with various stockings, etc. . .when I feel that even what I own is a lot compared to most in the world. I feel guilty for what I own myself, that I don’t understand living with closets and drawers filled with things that sit there forgotten or pushed aside. I know I’m a naturally heavily convicted person, and I pray often that I don’t worry about all the things others have that they don’t need.
It is a struggle. I mean, this skirt pictured here actually has a hole in it and a bleach mark on a part of the back, but I continue to wear it all these years. The shirt is starting to rip (thin material). I don’t think people would wear out their clothes until they die, but I do so. I either sell something a couple times after I wear it (so it won’t die), or I wear it until it is destroyed. Once it is to the point of being really bad, I throw it out without regret (for it served its purpose well). This skirt is so stretched out (from wearing it during pregnancies) that I can’t even wear it without a belt. I like it a lot though. I know you’re thinking, “You have had this fashion blog for this many years and are wearing raggedy clothes? You’re ridiculous.” Yes. I am. I like being me. Some things just don’t matter. Including these fashion blogging posts. Total truth. It won’t last. God won’t say to me, “Hey, Victoria, you know I really think those blog posts with your outfits were amazing.” Therefore, if you see a drastic change in something in my appearance (perhaps next month or later this month), it is because I don’t care. I’m going to rebel and know that God will see my heart and people can judge my outward appearance all they want to, because it doesn’t matter. I dress the way I like to because I am fond of modesty and like to be me.
“For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart.” -1 Samuel 16:7b
It has been very cold here lately, and some older woman gave me strange looks as I was outside without my coat on and I smiled at her (as I do often to onlookers – most hold conversations with me) and she just looked at me and laughed (not really sure why though).