Some people just look nice.
I was telling a friend about someone I met (who I hadn’t much liked), and then I showed her a picture.
“See? Not nice,” I said.
She was surprised – when I said nice, I’d meant physically? “I’m disappointed in you!”
I hurriedly corrected her, horrified. I hadn’t meant nice as in attractive, good-looking, beautiful. But I do believe you can look at people and see that they are NICE. (And by nice, I mean my own definition of it. Someone who I can understand, who is sensible, who is just *nice*. A “kindred spirit,” if you will.) Not always, of course, and appearances can be deceiving – there are plenty of perfectly nice people who I don’t think that about, and some unpleasant people who I don’t look at and label “not nice.” But I do believe you can look at certain people and see that they are nice, or that they aren’t – and it has nothing to do with physical attractiveness. Some people just have something about them, about their face, so that when I look at them, I know that we will be friends, or will get along – that they are NICE.
This doesn’t really have anything to do with anything. But I just showed my sister a picture of someone she doesn’t know, and both of us agreed – that person looked nice.
This outfit came to existence because I wanted to wear something casual, with jeans, and with these earrings. So this happened.
Jeans: Old Navy.
Scarf: A boutique.
Ring: Pink Zone.
Bracelet: A jewelry store.