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.


Superstition states that you should do a minimal amount of work related things on New Year’s Day to bring prosperity forth for the rest of the year.

It also states that a tall, dark, attractive male should be the first person to cross your home’s threshold to also foster good luck and prosperity and I guess I’m just really lucky that I made such a human with my own body — and no where did I see it listed on Snopes that it had to be an adult, so I will happily mark that off of the superstition to-do list of the day.

I’ve also managed to avoid laundry (lest you wash away a loved or dear one’s life in the next year); not removed anything from my home (no loss); not broken anything (fracturing life); not spent anything (money being scarce); not cried (setting forth the tone of the year); worn something new (technically); and strangely I have cash in my wallet presently, though I usually don’t (fostering financial prosperity).

Now I just need to eat some black eyed peas and some pork (I KNOW) but I’ll be dead before I’m ever forced to eat sauerkraut again. The childhood trauma on that one is real.

So here’s the work part.

I’ve had an amazing opportunity present itself at my university and if all goes well paperwork wise in the next couple of days … I will be able to list my alma mater as my employer in the spring.

I’ll talk about the details once the ink is dry (because I am still heavily wary mostly because all good things in my life seem to go down the tubes, hence why I’m posting this so late into the night as not to jinx myself), but suffice it to say that this opportunity should make things for me and my little household monumentally easier for the next few months, and it shouldn’t terribly affect my present employment … but will require me to purchase more outfits on the grown-up side of life than I likely presently own.

It may also mean some changes around here, but I’ll have a week or so to figure that part out once I know more.

Let’s just hope all of these token little acts of superstition add up and align how it feels like they might — because I’m ready for 2019 to be … well, the year I’ve been waiting for since the end of 2013.

Black stretch mock neck bodysuit: ASOS
White lattice stripe pencil skirt, clear faceted glass drop earrings, & clear faceted glass pendant necklace: Express
Opaque black tights: Spanx
Leather and suede studded cap toe pointy flats: Sam Edelman
Lipstick: KVD Everlasting Liquid in Nosferatu