(preen dress, emma cook cape, mandy coon bunny bag, photo by morgan)
Oldie but a goodie in NYC. Been wearing some variation of this outfit for weeks now, because it's spooky but sparkles with enough whimsy to not pull me down further into my own melancholia. As a lifelong sort-of sad person, I do feel most comfortable when that part of myself is on display, but a touch of optimism prevents my brain from sinking deeper into my predetermined blues. We all have our tiny adaptations in which we use to churn through each day, days that in the moment seem to last forever but in retrospect, all blur together into one montage of joy and regret. I've learned that life is not about wishing away the heartache. It's about managing it until it fades into chalky background drawings.