{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Soft Sensibilities","provider_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog","author_name":"Kimberly","author_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/author\/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com\/","title":"Working Girl &#8226; Soft Sensibilities","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"qjaeYMCS8r\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/classic-everyday-ootd-uniform\/\">Working Girl<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/classic-everyday-ootd-uniform\/embed\/#?secret=qjaeYMCS8r\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Working Girl&#8221; &#8212; Soft Sensibilities\" data-secret=\"qjaeYMCS8r\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"Hello, hi,\u00a0hey. Remember me? It seems as if I start off every other post lamenting my disconnect with (and, to be honest, complete disinterest in) fashion in general, but I&#8217;d be doing my Aries tendencies injustice if I said otherwise. It&#8217;s hard to keep up with fashion these days, much less the ever-evolving glossiness of the industry&#8217;s blogosphere. Blame the American consumer culture, the social media frenzy, or adolescent insistence on instant gratification amplified only by the good ol&#8217; Internet. Sure, I take part in the tomfoolery from time to time\u2014much to the chagrin of my bank account and shrinking wardrobe space\u2014but isn&#8217;t it exhausting?\u00a0I find that I&#8217;m considerably happier when left to unwavering favorites and inspired by those whose style is inimitably theirs and theirs alone; all else is noise to me. After all,\u00a0fashion fades. Style is eternal. Plus, I&#8217;ve always been intrigued by fashion\u00a0stories\u00a0(histories, analyses, etc.) over trend news. The proof is in the pudding; my personal style hasn&#8217;t evolved much\u2014just refined itself\u2014since high school. Nor is it something I find worthy of daily documentation (that too is exhausting!). I wear\u00a0clothes. They&#8217;re sometimes\u00a0nice, but nice is about as interesting as it gets: I prefer to let them be&hellip;","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/FullSizeRender-1.jpg"}