It is difficult to compile my favorite outfits of the year because I began 2010 as a much less frequent blogger. Then I was still taking outfit photos with my dusty mirror and my iphone. As a result a lot of my early year outfit photos look really junky and blurred. But they're a part of this year's outfit history.
Like so many outfit archivists, it is nearly impossible for me to separate what I wore from what I did. Major milestones are planned down to every detail, and outfits are intrinsic to that planning. For better or worse, my memories are often forged through materiality, a subject I explored this time last year.
I had a number of firsts in 2010. And the photographic relics include those outfits. Below, the text covers some of my favorite moments (most of which weren't in my favorite buys of 2010 post) and the photos include favorite outfits. Although some photos aren't the best representations of the clothes, the moments matter more.
I experienced the first day of of South American summer. Relatedly, I vacationed in the southern hemisphere. And I flew alone internationally. I drank directly from a young coconut. I had fresh caldo de cana (read what it is here). I became (a little too) well versed in the caipirinha. I cried at the airport in Pittsburgh when I bid Chris farewell. And I cried at the airport in Rio when we reunited after nearly 2 months.
I turned 30 and entered into a new decade of life. Months later I went to the emergency vet/animal hospital. I nursed Speck to health again and apologized profusely for putting her in the cone of shame when I had to leave the house during her recovery.
I had a wedding and got married.
I visited New Orleans and promptly fell in love. I saw the Lundi and Mardi Gras parades and celebrations. I ate raw oysters, fresh from the Gulf. I sailed (albeit briefly) across the Mississippi River. I ate so many classic and delicious dishes there like shrimp etouffee, gumbo, turtle soup, jambalaya, and po boys. For the first time within mere hours of visiting a new city, I thought to myself "I could live here."
I experienced my first blizzard and resultant snowpocalypse as an adult. During this time and in the weeks following, I interviewed for tenure track jobs on the campuses of schools that considered me for hire. I turned down requests from schools for campus and telephone interviews with a heavy heart and a heaping helping of uncertainty.
Months later, I attended orientations as new faculty. I transitioned (though I'm still finishing the dissertation) from graduate student to assistant professor.
I began blogging with regularity. I braised pork by myself. I dyed my hair blond (again) and watched it bleach out further in the December sun of Brazil.
I celebrated as multiple loved ones gave birth, turned a year older, declared their commitments to each other in marriage, celebrated anniversaries, and found new jobs/started graduate programs.
I dressed up a lot.
I laughed and cried through so much happiness and frustration and sadness and joy that I feel more me than ever before.
I can't wait to see what 2011 holds for everyone! Happy New Year and Happy Future to all of you! Thank you for reading! xo