Day 6 - The Jean Shirt Debacle

I like to think of myself as being "trendy."  I may be late on trends, or I may not like trends, or I may not be able to personally pull off a trend, but I tend to be in-the-know thanks to my fashion-forward BFF Whitney.  She is much more brave when it comes to fashion than I usually am.  I admire her fashion sense.  I admire her ability to make anything look cute.  Yes, I am brown-nosing.  No, it's not for any reason other than the fact that she rules and exudes general awesomeness.  My sisters like her better than me, so that's cool. 

Anyways, I was "Pinning" the other day (I love Pinterest, and you should too) and came across a picture of a beautiful model (obviously) in a pair of fierce dark-washed, wide-leg denim jeans, a brown belt, and an adorable light denim shirt.  It inspired me to then go out and purchase my own denim shirt.  This was my moment to be a trendy, gorgeous model.  Forget the fact that I am 5-feet tall.  Forget the fact that I am not a trend-setter.  I was going to do it.  I tracked my shipment from start to finish, and I couldn't wait for the shirt to arrive.  When it did, I quickly ripped open the package, and unfolded the shirt.  It was a little bigger than I had anticipated, but it didn't matter; I was going to rock the denim shirt like the beautiful girl in the picture.  Or like how Whitney would rock a trendy outfit at the office.  This was my chance!  Or so I thought.

The minute I put the denim shirt on, the ridicule commenced.  Mike had a field day with my denim shirt and denim pants.  He referred to my outfit as the female version of the "Canadian Tuxedo."  He made jokes about me wearing my art smock.  He talked about me like I wasn't even in the room (either to himself, or to the dog).  I thought it looked super cute and I didn't care what he said!  I woke up the next morning to a text message from Mike with a picture of a man in a full-on Jean Jacket / Jeans combo, with the subtitle "Your soul mate."  He is so sweet isn't he?  And yes, he did pause the show he was watching, take a picture of the TV, and proceed to forward it to me.  It was the important to him to make fun of me! 

I have no shame.  I love the denim shirt.  I am not so sure this particular shirt looks cute tucked into jeans given it's lack of structure and overall size, but with a pair of leggings, I thought it was kind of cute.  I rocked the Denim shirt and leggings to the grocery store and family dinner on Sunday.  Sure, I was the butt of a few jokes, but all in all, I think it went well.  It may not have been everyone's favorite outfit, but I didn't care.  I was being cool.  I was being hip.  I was being me.  So the next time someone gives you crap for something you really enjoy, ignore them!  Rock your denim equivalent and hold your head high.  Be a trend-setter.  Be like Whitney.  But most important, be you!