In Manhattan, I always felt a certain amount of anonymity. I could run out to the drug store or Whole Foods with no make up and sweatpants, and no one would look twice. Now that I live outside of the city, I run into people I know or Lemon Stripes followers on the street almost every time I leave the house (I’m pretty sure you all live in Fairfield County). I’m never going to be the girl who gets dressed up to buy apples but I try to put a little bit of effort now that I am more likely to run into someone.
Last Sunday, I ran errands in my favorite red vest and plaid shirt combo. It was comfortable enough for rushing from task to task but cute enough that when I met a young reader, I felt like I actually lived up to being a fashion blogger. . . Kind of.