Tabatha Wharton



a year in the life of my evolving, offbeat aesthetic as i navigate being
a mid-30s-femme-grown-up-emo-punk-single-mom-graduate-student-non-profit-employee-fashionista.

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I don’t have much to say about this other than sometimes you just have to throw on the leggings and the hoodie and the jacket and power through your day off running errands and getting shit done in prep for another insane week between school and work and parenthood and LIFE …

Or I could say the real things. Like there’s a lot of severe illness and death in my worlds and the only way I know how to get through sometimes is to drop all the extraneous shit and power through, a task at a time, a day at a time. And on this day, I sat on the brink of tears and knew any effort was a waste, but I didn’t want to look so disheveled leaving the house that anyone I ran into (and I did run into people because my city is just one giant small incestuous town) would ask too many questions resulting in me ugly crying all over them.

I don’t know what more to say about it. Nothing is for certain and everything can change in the blink of an eye.

Love your people. Take all the photos and videos and selfies and fuck what anyone has to say about it because then you can keep that love alive and with you no matter what. Tell people what they mean to you even if it feels silly or uncomfortable. Love love love your people and the people who love them because these connections to each other are all we have left in the end.

And it will always, always end.

Sorry for the downer post.

White and grey striped t-shirt hoodie, black yoga leggings (in tall!), faux leather moto jacket, & grey knit infinity scarf: Old Navy
Black cotton layering camisole: Express
Black knit pouf beanie: H&M (… kids)
Convertible moto boots: Dr. Martens