*twirls* "Gone with the wind fabulous." /s
Sheesh. I recently took my sad and bored behind out of the country after such a while and l can confirm—as evidenced by the semi-permanent knot now in my stomach—that I am not doing well following my return.
We know that I am not a summer girl, however, I've learned now that, given the right circumstances (a vacation), I can feel differently. Perhaps, to be agreeable in the summer, I must plan to leave the United States for extended periods of time. Great. Can't wait to ruffle more feathers.
I also look forward to even more post-vacation crashes and burns—whatever, fall is a band-aid.
The Breakup.
In other unserious news, I was right. I feel somewhat unperturbed in announcing that Andrew Garfield and I are over. "So sad." Just as Paris Hilton said in that infamous clip.
I hope you digested that important PSA. Keep your trash away from the sea turtles, please.
Moving on, Andrew and I were a trial run medication—yes, first name Andrew.
I still wish him the best. I believe what I learned in our short not-for-the-entire-summer fling is that he has a film co-starring Florence Pugh coming sometime when the strike is over, I'm guessing (It is now? I think??). So, watch that. I believe it's "We Live in Time" and I'm only trusting my memory on that. No time for Google-ing.
There's a new person, but I'm a little iffy, so we're going with a probable later-date soft launch. I've now learned to slow down the hard way.
The Journey is Over!
Our Overalls journey, I mean. I'm not sure what you thought.
I want to especially thank you for the kind suggestions. Also: Levi's, the Dickies men's department, and one-other-company-that-shall-not-be-mentioned for coming in clutch. The intention was to have one pair of overalls, but alas, here we are. I'm afraid it has the potential to continue; we will now be heading into colored Overralls territory.
Funny, after I'd successfully gotten two that worked—semi-perfectly and perfectly, respectively—well, I thought, "Maybe I should also get a pair of overall shorts?" and not even a month later, I was sorting my clothes for the trip, and lo and behold, there hides a pair I'd had for a YEAR. I was saving them for the summer and had forgotten their existence entirely.
I Am Now a TikTok Queen.
I still struggle with how TikTok is written every time (TikTok, Tik Tok, or TiK ToK). It doesn't matter—our main story is that I gave in!
This summer, I became a certified 2023-er. I continuously ran into a roadblock when sifting through other people's businesses online: Everything led to TikTok. The company, unfortunately, took full advantage of the situation and always redirected to the app store. I got sick of it, but in full resilient form, only got it at the end of summer and still did not create an account for a while.
I have one now, it's @chiomaistaken because @chioma was taken.
I don't open it much—at all really. Not yet, at least. One day I'll film several try-on hauls and put those indulgent purchases to good use. Amen.
The Instagram Hiatus is OVER.
You heard that right. Exactly at the sweet spot, too: Four years.
It wasn't, in totality, a spur-of-the-moment decision. I believe in those years, I've been planning on returning to Instagram, but—and here comes the lazy—it's the editing.
I'd love to be able to post organically and thoughtlessly, but for me, that simply isn't done. I must edit and Vogue-ify everything to death before I can feel comfortable releasing the pictures.
In this situation, however, I was on the phone and thought about doing it for a split second. Got my ass up and worked—on SCRL and VSCO—et voila! Work!
You can visit my return here. More to come. Thanks for the encouragement.
I Did Not Slow Down.
What can I say, I am not a girl of my word.
I, in fact, went into high gear right after I said I needed to calm down a bit because I was testing the lord.
To be fair, I did calm down. I'd already done all my Hey, Big Spender!-ing in advance. It was the clothes. Oh, the clothes. I am still unwrapping random things. I am still finding surprise items. There are still tags attached everywhere.
Why was I shopping like I was going to London, France, Italy, a picnic in Greece, a wedding in Dubai, and the South African Capes?
The theme was everything. The theme was imagination. There was no theme. I was also purchasing for future summers...and springs...and falls.
Overall, 10/10.
Yes, I got my Overalls. I'm not going to shut up about it—these hips, although seemingly harmless, in fact, do not lie.
Outside of the overalls—that I got—I had a fantastic summer. I'm really grateful for the ways it made me learn more about myself (in a way that I often am too downtrodden to allow during the season). I'm also thankful for the things I learned to let go of—there's more to unravel, but a start is a start. I'm thankful for all the fantastic people who gave it even more of the spark that it needed. I'm thankful for the things I learned about my people—there were very many "woah" moments in the positive sense.
Finally, I'm thankful that it taught me to let go. I'm not a "fuck it" person by any means, but, more of that please—every once in a while.
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