What is SHE Wearing?!? | A rant

This utilitarian jacket has seen everything at this point. If anything were to happen to it *knocks on wood until knuckles bruise* I would renounce wearing jackets ever again. 
This picture either belongs in my junior high yearbook, or in my political campaign.          Clearly the latter will never exist.   


Since I’ll be going back up to uni soon for another semester, I’ve been trying to wear my boots as much as possible without overdoing it. If I think about it though, I’m not scared of being that overdressed person at events. I’ve lost my fear of being looked at for wearing certain things. I used to be terribly uncomfortable in the presence of others. Something about people asking judgmental and tricky biased questions (ex: “Aren’t those the same shoes that tacky actress wore in that juvenile show? Hmmmmmm?????” OR “You know, Julia Roberts is infamous for those over the knee boots in Pretty Woman…Have you seen that movie? Were you inspired by it or something?”)

Now, I’m all for discussing fashion with others, but I have grown to realize that sometimes fellow women will say outright cruel things to each other when it comes to appearance, and that never ceases to shock me. Yes, I know I’m wearing thigh highs. Yes, I’m wearing hoops. Yes, I have seen Pretty Woman. No, that was not my inspiration, and I’ll politely ignore that backhanded compliment.

So why is it that celebrities can wear whatever they want, and no one says anything? Did the fashion community grant them immunity? Nope. I’m not an exclusive member of the fashion industry- HA I wish- but after keen observation for thirteen years simply watching Style.com (RIP), I know that at its core, fashion is truly a changing state of mind that gets interpreted by dreamers and artists and writers. None of them care about what others say of their outfits. They pull on stuff that is still clean and goes together and makes them feel comfortable with themselves. As their inspiration changes so will what they reach for from their closets. When I put on my thigh highs today, I simply thought, “I’m wearing black pants. I need black shoes today.Boots it is.”

Unfortunately, I’ve fallen in the trap of being mean to other girls who are simply trying to find their style too. A few weeks ago, I was at a play, and a girl wearing a tight body-con dress walked by me. Almost instinctively, I went to point her out to my sister so we could dissect her outfit to bits and pretty much tear her up from a distance. The moment I finished talking, I felt like a jealous stepsister from Cinderella.

And there is my point. I was jealous. We are all capable of being jealous of our peers, most likely because we want to be in their place. Now that I have stripped down my thought process, I see that was the problem. Now that I’ve figured out what I’m doing wrong, I can change that. But I wish other girls could stop doing the same.

Okay, end rant.

Thanks for reading! I just had a lot to say today.

P.S. I happen to like Pretty Woman, by the way. But I was inspired by Cher actually *huffs and struts away*




Monochrome Musings.

You think this looks deep. but I’m staring at a huge disgusting bug inches from me (not pictured).


I’m posting this one because I thought my face was too funny to forget. I swear I’m not biting my lip. I’m actually trying to scratch my neck.


I’ve been holding back on this post- and I’ve pinpointed why. {Enter my bizarre logic} If I post this, this will be one post closer to my return to school for this semester. I never thought I would say this, but having four whole weeks to do nothing ended up increasing my laziness by 10000%, and to be honest, I’m not feeling very enthusiastic about returning. I read somewhere that most people either love or hate college, and that there is rarely anything in between. I’d like to say I’m in the apparently nonexistent grey area, but I guess my response will vary depending on the time of day.

Maybe its my stomach already missing home cooked food…

Anyway. I figured I’d post something, even if it wasn’t actually taken today. These photos are from about four days ago, when I was completely zoned out and literally pulled out things at random from my closet. I almost chose my black jacket, but then I felt that would have made the overall look too dressy for me. I never considered how easy it was to choose outfits when your pieces on hand are monochrome. I also hadn’t realized how difficult it was to hug people with this hat on until I accidentally poked several eyes.

I’m beginning to wonder why I ever bother trying to match colorful items in my closet.

Also, a friendly tip: when in doubt about the appropriateness of your hair, I definitely recommend a hat. I think I may be the only person who doesn’t mind hat hair.

Thanks for reading!




Post Christmas Prints.


Outfit Details: 

Turtleneck: Gap / Jeans: Pacsun / Boots: Nasty Gal / Scarf: Scotland somewhere / Umbrella: Totes

Hello everyone!

Today was pretty simple. I wear turtlenecks 99% of winter. I was wearing my huge red obnoxious puffy jacket but I refuse to wear it wear my grey turtleneck anymore, since my sister kindly brought up the fact that I look like Drake in the Hotline Bling video. And I wasn’t going to allow that image float around the Internet.  But I digress. 

UPDATE: I wore the jacket with the turtleneck. I got over it, I’m too cold to care *sighs loudly*. 

Thanks for reading! 

Last Minute Thoughts.

2015 was a year of firsts for me. I received my own health insurance card, filled out tax forms (for college apps, but it still counts in my book) but most importantly, it was the first time I stood up for something and defended something I sincerely cared about.

To be concise, I changed my college major from Economics to English (pre-law WOOHOO!- no sarcasm here) and told my parents about it too. I strangely felt free as I explained this controversial decision to them- maybe because I got tired of caring what others thought of me. It sounds immature, but what motivated me to suck it up and change my major was this fear in the back of my mind of waking up sad, or most likely without a job, considering that I’m terrible at economics and used to confuse Nasdaq with Nabisco (it happened, and I cringe and laugh about it, but that’s the point). What also scared me was the fact that I used to limit myself on many things. I spent many years repeating that I would find my way into the fashion industry somehow until it became my mantra. It was a hobby of mine that I had carefully cultivated since I was five by poring over magazines and designer memoirs until I no longer spoke anything but Prada (read: it’s a movie reference).

Before I ramble too much and lose you, I’ll try to get to my point.

The point is, it came to me cowering behind fashion- the only thing I knew and understood- and justifying the fact that I believed I couldn’t do anything. And if the opportunity arose, I could always blame my parents for not letting me do anything I liked.

I justified my hatred for math with my knowledge of fashion and abundance of memorized books I’d read instead of working harder on homework. I also justified my lack of interest in other subjects or even sports by thinking that they took away from time I could spend reading up on current textile trends in other countries.

{Note: I sincerely believe now that my level of skill in math, science, and sports is actually pretty average- which is a huge step up from what I used to think.}

I felt that I had surrendered multiple opportunities because I had feared not being good enough at anything to be anything or make anything of myself- and as a result, I was very sad for a very long time. In retrospect, it might have even damaged my relationship with people.

Anyway, 2015 was the year I changed that mentality and I was determined to break down the door of the cage I had steadily built around myself over the years. And then I realized, as I wrote the major I wanted to transfer into on a blank form I was given back in June, I had been holding the doorknob and pushing a door that was a “pull” kind this whole time.

So to recap, because this post was huge and I ramble a lot, here’s my final two cents on what this new year means to me:

A chance to continue studying what I love, and a chance to use this surge of creativity I’ve had since letting go of old fears. A chance to try random stuff that has interested me for a long time but feared before.

Disclaimer: I just want to point out that this doesn’t mean I’m going to wake up tomorrow and pull out my old calculus stuff and practice deriving inverse trig whilst listening to Handel’s Messiah or something. Change comes in moderation, friends.

Thanks for reading, and Happy New Year!!!

Cheers ❤