The 21st Century

Almost on an everyday basis I am grateful for my existence being of

the 21st century. Majoring in history while in university, I've been

to my fair share of school get-togethers where the topical question

of what-decade-would-you-chose was posed. I would reply to the

question with a question, oh-so wittingly I would ask, am I a man

or a woman? While each period in time has its alluring factors, I

can't help but feel that longing for a past era has an air of hopeless

sadness to it - think Marion Cotillard and Owen Wilson in Midnight

in Paris. As I grow older I appreciate what living in the 21st century

entails; a forbidding of violence, freedom of thought - to a certain

degree, modern conveniences, improved health care, a growing 

acceptance of the world's differences, et cetera. What has come a

long way from the humble beginnings of animal loincloth is fashion.

We all know this. We've seen the torturous constricting corsets made

of whalebone. We've seen the white powered wigs. We've heard of

the days of only being in possession of a few dresses. This is the 21st

century though, an age of individualism. Stepping out of your house

you might see a woman with cotton candy hair, another may don a

floral crown like a blushing pagan maid.  We have our Audreys and

our Marilyns. We have long skirts, short skirts, full skirts, and tube

skirts. And if skirts are not for you, then you have jeans, cargo pants,

slacks, and dress pants. It's a giant melting pot of styles! I do say, we're

pretty lucky to have such choice and the ability for such indulgences.

My brother's five month old husky puppy. 

Outfit:

DIY // Floral Crown

All else Thrifted