Last week, I published the first "segment" of my Conscious Confessions about the different definitions of the word "ethical" and the (often hidden) fact that ethics and ethical shopping aren't a black and white area. Rather, they're a grey, mushy area full of opinions, and perspective, and history.
But that, I believe, is what makes the topic beautiful and worth learning about.
This Conscious Confession series isn't planned or sponsored- rather, it's a reflection of issues and conversations that I see rising in the slow fashion community and want to dissect further in the "safe space" of my own blog. It's a place for discussion and thought and, maybe disagreement.
It seems like once a year or so, I hit a crossroads.
I get fed up with the false "ease" of ethical shopping, or, sometimes, I forget my voice amid the discount codes and slew of other eco-bloggers promoting similar brands (all with beautiful intentions and insta-feeds), or worse yet, I forget why I ditched fast fashion in the first place, caught up in the thrill of new brands and collaboration.
The jumpsuit.
Is it pajamas? Is it dress-y? Is it both?
Every so often, I find a piece that I love enough to write an ode about.
You can consider this blog post an "Ode to a Jumpsuit". Without, you know, the structure and poetry of an ode.