White Out

Took some time off from blogging. Not much has changed. I’m trying red lipstick and amateur Photoshop play. Rocking some special new bling. My hair is less white, my outfits more so, and I still fear wearing the pristine color like my pasty skin fears the sun.

I love the heavily 90s-influenced all white everything trend that has taken over the summer, but I know my propensity to spill and stain and generally discolor anything so crisp and clean. Rather than investing in something nice only for it to befall an ill fate (as if I could afford the investment at all), I hit the sale racks at H&M and picked up a handful of pieces so cheap I’m not afraid to actually wear them. Brilliant!

Ivania of Love Aesthetics did a post revealing some of the mystery of maintaining an all white wardrobe. Be warned — the trick seems simply to be discipline. Learn not to let your skin touch your clothing or your clothing touch anything else, and turn things inside-out when you eat? It did little to make whites seem more wearable (in a practical sense), but I do have a deeper respect for her. And I imagine the clothing upkeep is nothing compared to the challenges of all white interiors. Do you cover your couch in plastic before offering a seat to anyone in overdyed jeans? And pillowcases! One night without thorough makeup removal and they’re through. Do you even attempt washing, or just consider them disposable and call it a night?

My dreams of collapsing into a cloud-like bed will remain just that until someone lets me in on these secrets, and I fear even then it will be a case of lifestyle clash. In the meantime I’ll be counting on small victories — like two outings, one dinner, many walked miles, even a moment of weakness sitting on a stoop, and one white skirt that is no worse for the wear.