That’s a Wrap

I get really bored with myself sometimes. Not just with my clothes either: my thoughts, my writing, my emotional hangups. Like, stop wearing black every day, Tarryn. Maybe mix patterns. Can you wear a floral print, or will that make you die?

Who knows?

I try to reinvent myself constantly. And that means facing and moving forward. It’s like spring cleaning really. Do I like this ¬†about myself? Should I keep it or toss it? I end up keeping the things that help me survive and tossing things that make me overly negative. For example, I like being melancholy, there’s a certain truth to seeing the world in damp grey. However, I don’t like being negative. That’s a real fucking downer for everyone. I want my approach to EVERYTHING to be positive so that I can really experience something before I decide if it was disappointing. Often when we enter a situation with an expectation of disappointment we doom ourselves. Paint the scene before it colors itself, you know? Maybe you don’t. Am I rambling. All of this because I wore leopard with a checkered print head wrap. I hardly wear print never mind mixing them. Josh bought me these biker boots for Christmas. The problem with my other boots is that I can no longer bend over to get them on (belly), so I needed something to slip my feet into. I love them. So comfortable and so badass. They’re slightly on sale too.


I included a plus size leopard coat. Links below.

What I’m Reading!*PREORDER*

All Your Perfects by Colleen Hoover

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