I went for it. The denim jacket is definitely a transitional springtime garment. Not sure why that is, exactly, but it sure is. It snowed a little bit last night and started to get worried that maybe winter had just been lying in wait and that actually it would happen from March-June this year (how incredibly awful would that be???), but luckily I was just being paranoid and it all melted instantly.
(dress: banana republic; jacket/scarf: thrifted; glasses: forever 21; boots: seychelles; earrings: gift)
I've been working a lot lately on fleshing out my first draft of the novel, which makes me feel awesome and productive, and I think I might soon be ready to pass it on to friends for input (scariest thing ever!). I have always been super-secretive and have never let anyone close to me read what I've written, with the exception of those one-act play workshops I did in high school, which hardly count. Even when I was writing screenplays in college I never let anyone I actually knew read them--they were for my professor's eyes alone, and occasionally for the strangers in my class who were called upon to read aloud and critique. I can take constructive criticism from strangers. I'm not sure I can take it from my friends. What if they hate it? I'm already thinking about the next book, and how I can try to do better. How self-sabotaging of me!
On that note, I am going to go eat some Cheez-Its.