Hobo chic with a touch of geek. Ya'll know how I do. :D Pretty much everything I'm wearing, you have seen in a previous post. Click here to see how I last wore this brown bag lady coat and here to see a monochromatic style centered around the vintage animal print sweater. The only new thing I'm wearing is pair of grey socks with an eyeglasses print on them. They're one of a few socks I picked up from Sock It To Me as part of a prize pack for winning a fashion contest held by Threadless, last year. ^_^
So, I'm not going to bore you with what I wore and how I wore it, because I think what I've done is pretty self explanatory. This outfit is as basic as it gets for me. It's just straight up casual. Borderline boring, even. Heh. Instead, I want to talk about the title of this post. Yeah. Just bear with me, though. :P
Awhile back, I said something about being lazy and just wanting to stay home and binge watch MI:5 on Netflix. Hehe. The title for this post is a snippet of one of my favorite scenes from that show. It came to me while I was staring at my wool sweater in all its vintage, 80's animal print goodness. There's a rather tense scene in MI:5 where these two, powerful men (who distrust and basically loathe one another), pretend to have a civil chat. In that scene, one man says to the other: "What do you have to show for all these years? I have a wife and a son. And a tortoise in the garden." The response he received from the other man was nothing but silence and a countenance of regret. Clearly, the question was more than a question. It was actually a statement of the status quo and an opportunity to gloat for having it all.
This is what we all want, I think...to "have it all." I know, I often feel as if my life isn't moving fast enough in the direction that I want. I get really anxious thinking about how old I am and how far I have yet to go. I can tell you the little details of my modest, perfect home and where it will be located. I can tell you the things I want to be doing every evening when I retreat back to that perfect home from my perfect job. I can see myself laughing and drinking with colleagues from work at a swanky bar and holding fun dinner parties for my closest friends. The problem is that this is a dream that has as of yet to become a reality.
This is my so-called, "end game." The point at which I can kick back and say, "I finally made it. This is my life." It's what I wake up early every morning and go to bed late every night working toward. For the sinister gloater on MI:5, his perfect life consisted of a wife and son and a safe place where they could live together in peaceful harmony. Everyone has that single *thing* that they desperately hope to attain.
I look at these photos and, though I am genuinely happy, I see a person who has a long way to go to achieving ultimate happiness. I hope to look back on this post one day and feel no regrets. I hope that, if and when I dig up this post, I will already be in that little house in the perfect location, with my loving partner, my ungrateful cat and a tortoise in the garden. So, how's that for the feels? o_O <3
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Nectar Clothing - Olive Green Skinny Jeans
Warby Parker - Dark Brown Ombre Glasses
Etsy - Vintage Eddie Bauer Animal Sweater
Sock It To Me - Eyeglasses Print Socks
Thrifted - Brown Boots (Gift) & Olive Hat
c/o Jollychic - Oversized Brown Coat
Forever 21 - Mustard Tassel Scarf
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