Who Are You Dressing For?

So here it is. The controversial outfit I wore to the baseball last time we went (and by last time, I mean the time before the last. So I guess, last, last time. The first time we went this season. Which was in the very last days of last year. You know what? It's probably easier to leave it as it is...)

Now you're probably thinking, "What's so controversial about that?" And if you've been following me since the start you'll definitely be thinking, "Come on now Selise, I've seen you in FAR crazier outfits." 


So what gives?


Well I'll tell you just what, "gives".


I took some time putting this outfit together (the pictures don't really do it justice and I only got the 2. For an idea of how bright the shirt is check it out in this post. I don't have any other pictures of the skirt but trust me, it's on the same level). 

• A brown "Brisbane Bandits" bandana tied around my head, kerchief style.
• Bright purple customised zombie shirt
• Equally bright orange high waisted skirt
• Paired with a studded belt and leather, buckle up chuck taylor style shoes
• Finished off with the perfect cat's eye 

I was so happy with my outfit, I skipped down the stairs and presented my self to The Man, as I often do.

Usually he'll say something like, "cute!" or, "rad!" but this time he was just silent. For a really long time (or I guess, what felt like a really long time). And then eventually he said he didn't like it. 


Now the thing is. I don't dress for his approval. Or ask his permission to wear anything. But (and I'm sure you can relate) it always feels good to know my husband likes my outfit. He's proud of his wife and happy to walk down the street next to whatever ensemble she happens to be rocking.


So the "I don't like it" thing kinda put me in a tailspin of sorts. See, he wasn't being harsh or rude. He didn't say it to make me feel bad about myself. He just gave me his honest opinion, which I always ask for.


The thing is though. I liked the outfit! I felt really good in it. I liked the overall vibe and it was comfortable too.


Now I was faced with a conundrum...what do I do?


Do I change into something else? Something he likes but I don't feel so good in? Do I wear this outfit knowing he doesn't like it?


I made my way back upstairs and stood in front of our full length mirror for a good 5 minutes. I turned this way and that. I sat down on the bed and really thought, "Does it actually bother me what he thinks?" 


And then I came to the conclusion... 


...no, it doesn't. 


Cuz the thing is, I've been dressing for myself for years. Before I met him, I dressed however I pleased. In fact, the night we met I was wearing a black band t-shirt, tight 3/4, cinched leg cargo pants with a pair of black satin boxer shorts with a white trim over the top (they were a super cute shape - I often used to rock them with fishnets) and my tan, worn cowboy boots.


I've never cared what anyone thought about my outfits and that moment upstairs in the bedroom I had to decide if that had changed. 


And the answer is a resounding, "Nope!"  


I traipsed back downstairs, told him I liked the outfit and was going to wear it, got in a cab and had a fantastic time at the baseball.


And you know what? Just before we left the house he leaned over and said, "Actually, it's kinda growing on me". I, of course, smiled knowingly.


Bandana: Brisbane Bandits
Tshirt: Gift - customised
Belt: Myer
Skirt: Temt
Shoes: Wittner