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.


The witch is back, y’all.

I actually had one of the security people at my workplace tell me as I was leaving work for the day I wore this outfit that I looked like a “cool girl” — “like you were one of those cool girls in high school.”



I was a hot mess theatre kid with a HOST of weirdness and life shit that dominated my existence and while I had friends, I was in no way popular. I STILL sit stunned when people I knew in high school find me through social media and say kind things because WHAT.

I am constantly waiting to be the punchline of someone’s joke. Which says a lot about how I grew up and my experiences both in and out of school.

Besides, “cool girl” isn’t something to aspire to — it’s a limit put upon women to keep us small and emotionally vapid to suit a male gaze tainted by toxic masculinity and the falsehood of interdependence and vulnerability being weaknesses. And I’m not here for that.

I think it was meant as a compliment, so I’ll take it as such in spirit.

But I never have been, nor will I ever be, a “cool girl.”

I’m a proud card-carying stone cold weirdo.

Black cotton swing t-shirt dress (with pocketttssss): Nordstrom Rack
Black wool hat: H&M
Gold teardrop chandelier earrings: Old Navy
Amethyst geode crystal necklaces: Target
Black leather and suede gladiator flat sandals: Sam Edelman (via Nordstrom Rack)