Wearing //
After camping in a tent this past weekend, using baby wipes to take a "bath", and going without makeup, I was looking forward to coming home and dressing up for my mom's 64th birthday dinner. Don't get me wrong. I'm quite proud of myself for roughing it. I haven't really camped in years. Usually Nate and I borrow his parents trailer which has all the amenities you could possibly ask for. A shower, a toilet, a mirror. But there is something liberating about not having these things and therefore not worrying about your general appearance. I think we all get so caught up in the way we look on a daily basis. Is this outfit okay? Are my eyebrows perfectly in place? Is someone going to ask me if I'm pregnant because my tummy isn't flat? Is my hair frizzing? I don't know about you, but it can be mentally exhausting! Even taking blog photos can turn my smile into a frown if the pictures don't come out the way I envisioned and then that inevitably leads to me questioning everything about myself. But it's alright. I don't have to look perfect because I'm not perfect, nobody is. If there is one takeaway from camping this go around, it's that I am grateful to just be clean again, not have that campfire smell stuck in my hair, and be able to use the restroom in peace. A real restroom, not a bucket. Yes, I did that. I actually did that. It's called a portable loo if you want to look it up on Amazon. Fancy. So of course I love stuff. I blog about them. Clothes, shoes, jewelry, bags, forty different sheet masks. Sometimes I have to take a step back. Just forget about shopping, sales, and the like and live without focusing on the superficial if only for a weekend camping trip.
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But then I came home and entered my closet, pulled out one of my favorite skirts, and told Nate to get the camera ready before mom's celebration on Monday...back to blogging!