I'm Not (Always) Perky

These days I'd say I'm a pretty happy, well-adjusted person. But there were days in my late teens and early twenties that were not so sunny – days steeped in self-doubt, too much vodka, and Belle and Sebastian on repeat. Days I wandered the Berkeley campus in a haze, trying to suppress my soul-crushing sadness so that I could just get to class. Just make it to work. Just get my diploma and get out.

I guess I'm comfortable talking about this on the blog because it's over, and because that time sits in such a humorous juxtaposition to my current happy, stable life. I mean, I work in corporate communications. I do Crossfit and barre method. I’m practically a cheerleader! 

But I still have my days. My gloomy Autumn days, when the idea of smiling is actually painful and I reserve an extra scowl for the cat callers on Mission Street. For those days, I have my Wednesday Adams dress.

Found at La Loupe Vintage in San Diego.