I don’t have a single summer memory of my childhood that happened indoors. We simply weren’t allowed. For years and years, summer meant my parents kicking my little brother and I out of the house to explore, play and entertain ourselves until dark. Sometimes it was amazing, sometimes it sucked. I went into fall with callouses so dense on my feet I could cross a stone driveway without wincing. Attractive? No, but at the time a point of pride.
I was the only girl on my country road. There were moments that were awkward, like playing spin the bottle with the three neighbor boys and my brother or explaining that I wasn’t allowed to skinny dip in the pond three fields over because my pubic hair had come in. But, also moments that were empowering. I climbed trees, caught crawdads in the creek (or crick, if you are from Ohio and you know me) along our property and cleared fields barefoot in seconds flat before a thunderstorm. It’s those memories that pull me to grab my children, blissfully giggling and laying on the giant trampoline in our back yard playing a game on their iPads, load them into my car, and haul them to my parents where I push them outside shoeless and point to the fields.
Today my husband and I spent the morning in those fields; no make-up, frizzy haired, sweat rolling down the backs of my legs, and mostly barefoot, running between the crops before the sky let loose and stormed, stripping down and changing quickly in the back of our SUV in the middle of the woods, the only paparazzi a swarm of mosquitoes and a couple woodchucks. Of all the pictures this man has ever taken of me, these are the most like home.
A Facebook friend posted to my wall a few days ago about a boutique that “felt like me.” I followed the link, and emerged hours later dizzy from shoppers high. Marlie Madison is like cocaine to me. Tie dyed, bohemian, country girl cocaine.
Dress: Indiana Jones Maxi, Marlie Madison, size XXL $50
Necklace: Personal Collection
I have a current obsession with bib and statement necklaces. I mean, I have really great boobs and my earring holes closed up… that right there is a recipe for a great neck piece.
Dress: Maternity Maxi, Old Navy, size XL (You say: Um but it’s maternity. I say: So? Who the hell cares? Size down.)
Necklace: Sioux Hippie Bib Necklace, Marlie Madison $26
Oh, this tunic is my jam. The print and the fit (yeah, definitely size up, no give in this polyester, none.), this is my go-to summer party dress. In fact, I’m wearing it to a fundraiser next week at the Toledo Zoo, so if you see me there wearing this, act surprised and tell me I look pretty.
Dress: Boho Bright Tunic Dress, size XXXL, $44
Shoes: Cork Wedges, Target
White is a color often discouraged for curvy women. It’s not seen as flattering or discreet, but rather obvious and magnifying. It is with infinity fashion fuck yous that I danced around the soybeans in this dress. Give me a tambourine, some goats and a yurt, and I’m never coming home.
Dress: Crochet-Lace Maxi Dress, Old Navy, size XL, $44.94
Flower Crown: Personal Collection