I feel like going home, but at the same time I don't

This last week I've been in a bit of a slump style-wise. I haven't been taking pictures. I don't  really like anything I have or how it looks on my body. I've started a new/old job. I'm working at a place that I hated once and that nearly broke me. I'm only doing temp admin stuff so it's none of the stressful parts that I hated. It's some money and it lets me talk to actual people. They are happy to have me and have basically said that the job is mine as long as I want it and that they'll accommodate me if I have to go on interviews and such, so that's a pretty good deal.

Last time I worked there the dress code was pretty strictly business. The suits I have are old and I don't want to buy new ones. I know that Melissa is able to look professional and still like herself which is super inspiring. I just have this really infantile need to rebel when someone tells me what I can and cannot wear. The manager is only there once a week and seems more relaxed than the last one... I guess I'll just carry on being who I am until I'm told otherwise. My mom always said that it's easier to ask forgiveness than permission. All that being said, I really really really miss my pink hair. Do you think that dying a streak again would be pushing my luck?

Here are pictures from Sunday night, coming home from family dinner, sans makeup, hair drying in a bun...

dress & top: Joe Fresh

shoes: Camper Twins

bag: gift from Spain

strawberries: dessert

Today I am thankful that the water in the city lake is receding a bit. It's flooded over and has made walking around the lake pretty impossible or at least soggy:

Title: Black Cab by Jens Lekman