honestly i’m one of the most awkward people in front of a camera. my word, idk why it has to feel so terrible at times, other than the fact that i feel like a fish out of water trying to make my body contort to what looks good on the screen on the other side of the lens. you probably can’t relate? I hope you can’t.
but at @noondaycollection, we stand on courage + empowerment as the very foundation of our company + culture. and what an inspiration it’s been in my life. looking back at my younger self, like junior high self + high school self + college self, im grateful for the medium noonday gives me now for self expression. actually, speaking of junior high, can I tell you a little story?
(first, i’m an enneagram 4️⃣ for reference 😂 i think you’ll find it helpful in understanding this anecdote)
when i was in middle school, i was a weirdo. really. and not in a like, oh-my-word-my-tortured-self kind of way. more like a my-family-is-embarrassed-to-be-seen-with-me kind of way. 😂🤷🏼♀️
really, it was my goal for a while to wear the weirder stuff and to be someone different than those I saw around me. would you believe me if i told you i wore hot pink + flaming orange artificial hair (they were like hair ties with plastic hair) around my Princess Leia buns in the 7th grade? one on each side. i was on top of the world with those things! looking back, im grateful my parents weren’t terribly bothered by it and that my siblings didn’t make fun of me, at least from what I remember. it wasn’t home, but school. i can’t remember anyone making fun of me, probably because i was too far in my own world, and i likely misunderstood any negative attention from other kids as them liking me and thinking i was the bees knees. 😂🤷🏼♀️
anyway, my teacher called me up to his desk and told me to take my brilliantly cool hair out. i protested, but he said i was too distracting to the class. i was flabbergasted, “what!!? *i* am too distracting to the class?! nobody is distracted. nobody cares about me or my hair! *you* just don’t like it!”
he replied, “miss woodruff, i need to you take it out now.”
and then, in front of my whole class, who i now noticed was made up of mostly chuckling kids - like in that scene of the grinch - staring at me, i took out my hot pink + flaming orange hair and handed them, along with my dignity, individually, and self-expression, over to my teacher that day. over to my classmates and over to the world.
and then started my morphing from a hot-pink-and-flaming-orange-hair-lover to a idk-who-I-am-or-what-I-like-but-I’ll-just-try-to-fit-in-I-guess-person. i think anyone who’s lived thru junior high can imagine if not relate. but then came the rest of junior high, then high school + college, in which much of my individuality + self-expression were stifled by fear + comparison.
enter statement earrings. enter purchases with purpose. enter fair trade, hand crafted, artisan made jewelry + accessories. enter a role model with a body like mine + a bright disposition + a bold sense of self-expression. enter courageous sisterhood + women empowering women.
enter Noonday Collection.