Linen Button Up Shirt

I’m about 3 weeks into my summer capsule wardrobe (minus a few days of leggings last week during my break) and I’m feeling really positive about it so far. The experiment has been doing exactly what I expected it to. It has kept my head right where it needs to be — focused on (and wearing) what I already have. It doesn’t make for the most thrilling of content, I’ve been made aware of that over the past several years. But it makes me feel… settled. And even if it’s a temporary feeling, it’s one that I always appreciate having. Especially during times of uncertainty. Based on the dumpster fire that 2020 has been thus far, I can see that in the past all these emotions would have sent me into shopping overdrive. Now it just sends me into eating overdrive. Which is a whole ‘nother topic, but one personality flaw at a time ok?

outfit notes

I’ve mentioned before that I have a real affinity for linen, and this shirt is no exception. It’s one I’ve had for a few years now and it’s just the most basic, classic, easy shirt. It never lets me down when I’m just not sure what to wear. It runs TTS, but I will say it never hurts to size up in this style for a more relaxed look. If I had to pick any simple uniform for summer, a linen button up shirt with cutoff shorts and Birkenstocks would definitely be it.

allyship notes

I was pleasantly surprised when I opened up my Netflix and saw a whole section dedicated to Black artists and films pop up right there on the front page. Couldn’t make it any easier for us to support BICOP creatives right now. I wasn’t sure what I was in the mood for, but because I vaguely remember the LA Riots, I started watching LA 92. Those riots were not far from home, but we weren’t affected — other than the effect of the visuals on TV, which were admittedly intense. I also watched Let it Fall, and if you had to pick one doc about the riots to watch, it would be that one. A little more in depth and covered the decade leading up to the Rodney King verdict. I liked that it also touched on what happened to the key players afterward. Man… at 12 or 13 years old, I didn’t grasp the entire scope of it all. As an adult watching it back brought up a lot of… stuff. Does anyone else cry during National Geographic documentaries? Just me? Ok cool.

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