Well-behaved women rarely make history.

Cropped white t-shirt, "Well-behaved women rarely make history", Avanna. Black sequin pants, H&M. Burgundy beret, Åhléns. Black and white studded brogues, Nelly.com.

(Photos by me.)

I feel like there has been an awful lot of writing and not that many actual outfit posts on this blog lately. To be honest, that's more a fact than a feeling. The explanation is quite simple: I haven't been feeling so great. And I'd never, ever force myself to put on an outfit and take photos just for the sake of it - if I'm not in the mood, and feel like walking around in the same knitted sweater and chinos for five days straight, that has to be okay, too. Blog or no blog. (This spectacular five day outfit was captured in photos when my darling friend Anna was here - careful, I might show it to you!)

Another thing that makes outfit photos less likely when I'm sad, worried and stressed out is that my complexion seems weirdly connected to my well-being. Simply put: when my life sucks, my skin sucks. As soon as I start feeling really low, my face breaks out in something in between zits and flesh wounds. My face hurts constantly and the minute one sore starts to heal, I get ten more. Except for the constant throbbing pain in my skin, it's allright - I don't mind looking like I have the chicken pox, and my boyfriend claims he doesn't even notice it - but outfit photos, that's another thing. Call me superficial, but this condition isn't really something I'm excited to photograph and flaunt online.

But these last few days, I've done my very best to relaxe and be kind to myself, and the different is quite remarkable - inside and out. I do feel a lot better, and I even managed to drag out the old camera and tripod! The result, you can see above: the weirdest and most awesome pants I own, my favorite brogues and a cropped Avanna t-shirt with a message that we all need to be reminded of from time to time.

"Well-behaved women rarely make history". More often than not, I wish I was a lot less concerned with being, well, well-behaved. Not that manners are not important - but I do spend an awful lot of time an energy trying to behave and act the way people expect me to, instead of doing what I really want.

Though I think I'm getting gradually better at respecting my own true feelings and wishes, realizing that in the end, I'm the one who has to live with my choices and decisions. I might not ever come close to making any sort of history, but I am getting closer to creating the kind of life I wish to live.