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.


I keep seeing memes online about how confusing the week between Christmas and New Year’s is for people, and I just keep shaking my head. This in between time has been some of the most “normal” time I’ve spent in quite a while, but I guess that speaks to how non-typical my “normal” is compared to the social construct of an average life.

However, this time of year does bring out some of the my old blogging habits, like deciding on a word to represent my intentions for the new year. In previous years, I’ve nearly always ended up with two — one I intentionally choose (and write about) before the turn of the year, and one that makes itself apparent to me pretty much by my birthday at the end of February.

And here I am, two days out of the new year, and I have no idea what my word for 2019 might be.

That’s not entirely true. I have a gut-kick impulse word but I have to think on it a little more. And history shows it’ll end up being something else entirely before March so maybe I need to adjust to marking the themes of my years by my age, not by the Gregorian calendar.

Time is a social construct, anyway. New Year’s is merely a cultural agreement to mark the passing of the seasons in a particular way — without society things like numerical years and months and midnights wouldn’t exist in the way we understand them. Don’t get me wrong — I love an excuse to wear my most sparkly and festive attire, but the older I get, the less the New Year feels like anything more than another day.

And honestly, I’m happy to be free of the pressures of a “new year” to reinvent myself or begin work in my life that inevitably will fall to the wayside once life returns to it’s normal rhythms. I can say with utmost sincerity that I have been doing this kind of work for years, and I don’t need an arbitrary date to inspire me to live a life that corresponds to my efforts of doing the hard, dark, dirty work of bettering myself and living my most authentic and whole life.

So maybe I’ll pick a word. Maybe I won’t. Either way, I’ll still wake up each day and move towards my goals and dreams and a life that is meant for me, regardless of the season.

And you bet I’ll wear all manner of sequins and rhinestones however and whenever I see fit as I do so.

Black cotton knit crew neck sweater: Banana Republic
Cranberry ponte knit skater skirt: Gap Factory
Burgundy plaid flannel infinity scarf: handmade gift
Black tights: Spanx
Black suede over-the-knee boots: Kenneth Cole
Octagonal hoop earrings: Target
Dual white druzy geode necklace: Nordstrom Rack
Lipstick: KVD Everlasting Liquid in Exorcism