This has to have been the longest week I’ve had in a long time. You know one of those weeks that just drags and drags and drags? Love those weeks. Last weekend I set myself a challenge. Technically it was a styling/fashion challenge but it was definitely more about trying to get a check on my mental health and being proactive in boosting my mood. My rule of having a set amount of time to feel down seems to have failed me for the first time. Hopefully this is just a blip in the rule. I always find any kind of creative outlet is usually a massive help, sometimes it can just be a bit too much of a struggle to get the motivation to do anything but curl up in a ball with a huge teddy bear. This is all getting a bit dramatic now. The week hasn’t been the worst ever.
It’s blooming hard work trying to take photos of yourself when you’re not feeling yourself. Forcing a smile does however help boost your mood just a little bit.
Jeans, shirt, little boots. Not a crazy outfit choice, but a good safe combination that always makes me feel a decent level of grown up and put together. So this didn’t have the magical mood boost I was hoping for, but it didn’t hurt.
Green trousers, black vest, leopard shoes, glass of wine (after work). This outfit did give a bit more of a boost than day 1. To be honest, the wine and catch up with a friend was probably the main reason for that. The only downside to this outfit has to be the high waist band after any amount of food. Not the most comfortable combination.
Skinny jeans, striped shirt, pointy little heels. This outfit did give me a little bit of cheeky joy. The shirt was an eBay bargain that came in the post the day before. Super comfortable and wasn’t tight on my arms like most shirts.
Denim skirt, vest (kind of) top, leopard shoes. This started off as a great two fingers to the world, I feel good outfit. Massively boosted by a cheeky little soft cup bra. All was going pretty well until I realised I was showing far too much leg for comfort whenever I crossed my legs and a cheeky bit of fishnet kept escaping out of my top. Not ideal when you work with more than enough old men pervs.
Stripe culottes, black vest, leopard shoes. The first comment when I walked into work on this morning was, someone’s come straight from bed. Not exactly what I needed to hear at 9 in the morning. I was blooming comfy all day though. Working on a Saturday should be against the law.
Unsurprisingly, the weeks joy bringing outfits haven’t managed to lift my mood back to normal. I’m not so unrealistically optimistic that I thought a few clothes would fix everything, but the ‘challenge’ did serve as an alright distraction to keep myself on some kind of even keel. I must just be ready for a holiday. An opportunity to run away from the day to day for a little bit. I’m getting dramatic again. To be honest, it’s been quite helpful (in a hard way) to recognise I need to pay more attention to my mental health. I don’t want to be spending all my weekends with Charlie (the massive teddy bear) and not having the energy to ever finish a project again. If anyone has any tips on pushing through blue moods, that would be amazing. I can’t be the only person who feels like this from time to time.