Sashimi & Style.

A few words of advice for anyone wanting to eat salmon sashimi in the future:

Don’t eat it fresh.

Our story today starts with a very unfortunate case of food poisoning, contracted by consuming a hefty amount of raw salmon that had been caught two days previous.

Trusting my dad, we all gobbled up the fine fillets, regretting it later as our bodies began the process of rejecting the salmon that was now making us ill.

Food poisoning is not fun, and it took its toll on us. My dad and I got the brunt of it, having eaten the majority and we spent most of the weekend at home clutching our aching tummies.

That being said, I had a lot of spare time on my hands, most of which was taken up with binging How to Get Away With Murder.

Late on the bandwagon, I was hooked from the beginning and somehow plowed through three seasons in my sickly state, forever surprised at the plot twist of events, all the while admiring the plethora of fabulous outfits Annalise Keating rocked whenever she appeared on screen.

In my piddly pajamas, I was taken back to a time when I too, used to dress like this bomb ass lawyer.

Sure, I wasn’t defending and prosecuting murder cases, but I used to work and study a profession that warranted occasions to wear outfits that stood out and made me feel like my own bomb ass woman.

In my current chapter, I’m required to wear a denim shirt for work, which is great when it comes to representing a Rosie the Riveter type vibe, but it limits me from dipping into the closets of clothing (yes, I have two closets) that take up my room and are a big part of my self-expression.

My delicacies collect dust, my racks become rusty, and it bothers me that I’m unable to wake up every morning and dress for the day like I’m taking on a new client as Annalise.

I know though, deep down, that I will once again be able to express myself through my style and that it will become a part of my daily routine. It may not be this year, or the next, but the power of clothing is strong and I know it will remain a part of my journey.

It’s just sometimes, that journey requires me to wear a denim work shirt when all I want to do is wear a silk dress.

So there is a silver lining to our unfortunate consumption of improperly processed salmon: it reignited my passion for dressing up.

Because I was laid up with sick salmon stomach, I was forced to take the time to lie low, and as a result, I discovered a new kick ass tv series that reminded me of the power of style.

And by Sunday brunch, I was well enough to join the land of the living, having finally overcome the unfortunate sickness and making the best of my circumstances in the process.

See, I believe that even through bouts of food poisoning, any “fin” good can still come out of something bad.