After what feels like eons of angst over getting dressed for the day, I had to let is all go and just get dressed. Pulling clothes onto my body, deciding to move on with my day regardless of the other thoughts running through my mind. For the longest while I've been considering whether a wholly denim look is chic, borderline cheesy hipster or too Canadiana. After suffering through a seeming negative feedback loop of thought, I couldn't stop thinking that if I saw one more hipster in denim, wearing denim would be either feeding into that aesthetic or cosigning it. I felt that it doesn't even matter. I think that there is a freedom and a self consciousness with documenting anything for the online. Wanting to present a carefully curated image every time is a fallacy when I consider what happens in a day. Plus the lumberjack feels of this jacket make me feel like a bear would think that I am chic and modern - that's the only cosign I dream of getting.