Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Going Places

K. and I will be traveling to London in July so that I can give a paper at a conference. I'm getting pretty excited about the panel and the trip in general—I haven't had the opportunity or resources to do much traveling abroad before now, and this will be K.'s first trip to Europe! This weekend, we finally acknowledged the urgency of getting our passport applications in order and braved nightmarish lines at our public library.

I have a long and troubled history of hilariously bad ID photos, femmes. So, I'll admit that I panicked a little under the pressure of dressing for this errand. I changed my look more than once, but ended up in this plain but cute & comfortable outfit of basics. By the way, I can't stress enough the importance of having multiple jackets in soft, casual, lightweight fabrics—this one is an old favorite of mine.

To be fair, the stakes for rocking this passport photo felt particularly high because THIS is the photo I was replacing...

Be sure to note that slammin' rainbow headband.
I'll give you a moment to drink that in. That's right, my last American passport photo was taken at the ripe age of 11. I traveled to Italy with a choral group in college, but I used my Canadian passport then—which has also since expired, as I discovered when I needed to make an emergency trip across our border to the north last spring. Upon my return to the U.S., I had to present the above photo to the border agent. "You reaaaaaaally need to get this updated," he remarked snidely as he handed it back to me.

So I did it, okay? I got a new passport photo. Predictably, at the moment of truth, I was inexplicably unable to control any of the muscles in my face and bombed the photo so badly that they had to take another one. The second one is clearly no winner either, but hey, it'll do.

Of course, infuriatingly, K. sauntered up after me and without even trying, manages to take a photo that practically looks like a freaking headshot. Look at those cheekbones, those laugh lines and twinkling eyes, that chiseled jaw! It's not fair. But I think I'll find it in my heart to forgive him.

Ultimately, I guess the moral of this story is that you can't really go wrong with good, solid, basics—unless you begin to irrationally fixate on avenging a truly horrific 15-year-old photograph of yourself. Then, you'll definitely go wrong. It's better to just accept the awkward, widow's peaked pre-teen within you and make peace. Lesson learned.


Sweater/blazer & T-shirt: Gap (fall 2010)
Jeans: BDG high-rise cigarette
Circle scarf: J.Crew Factory (forever ago!)
Flats: Anthropologie
Bag: Marshall's (2011)


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