Uniform, Variation 1.

So this is something I have thought of for weeks, so it is nothing new, and came to me after reading Man Repeller and seeing Leandra acknowledge that her uniform consists of denim hot pants, bare legs, and utility coats, and some great white t-shirt. And that got me to thinking – do I have a uniform?

Obviously as time goes on, our style develops into something that can continue to change, or become a general tendency to lean towards specific items. I feel like even though I have grown a bit more, and experimented a lot with my look, I was able to catch onto the pattern. The items I tend to reach for are tight pants, since I have accepted that wide leg pants are not petite friendly. High waisted things are a fixed item in my wardrobe, be they shorts or trousers, or even jumpsuits. Color-wise, the more neutral the items, the better. Black, grey, white, dark blues, greens, burgundies — those colors are the only ones I will look at anymore. It’s easiest when my entire wardrobe has a basic, duller color scheme, since the fabrics are what is nicest. I don’t really wear many t shirts and choose to wear blouse-y things and trousers, as I have realized that dressing down just does not exist for me. Sweats are seriously the antithesis of my existence. << I will trademark that phrase, so don’t take it. 😀

So if I had to coin a phrase to describe the style I have now, it would be

“Blair Waldorf and Serena Van der Woodsen’s lovechild with anyone from Mad Men.”

Note: when I say anyone from Mad Men, I really mean just Betty Draper or Megan Draper or Joan Harris. 

Top / HM ||  Trouser-leggings / Zara  ||  Shoes / Call it Spring


The “look at my feet” shot that actually is pretty uncomfortable 


I was actually walking, but I made the mistake of talking, hence the weird facial expression 
plaid leggings
* nod of acknowledgement to the high waistedness of the pants *

I think the point of what I am trying to say here is that while trends come and go, I will probably always wear heels to inconvenient places, wear tighter high waisted pants, and hoops. And I finally am getting used to that and warming up to the idea.

Thanks for reading!


Put a Beanie on, Wear Black, and Suck it Up.

If I were to pinpoint my usual style, it would be something along the lines of “Pared down classic peppered with European touches,” or “Serena Van der Woodsen’s long lost sibling from Montmatre” or something equally pretentious. Or maybe even “Feminist/vegan who avoids wearing bras at all costs”…
Anyway, I like to think that my ideal outfits consist of hats, jackets that I layer with a bunch of stuff, and tight pants, and cool shoes that are comfortable but don’t look like it. The hat is NEVER a beanie, though. I normally fear and avoid beanies like the plague. I’ve just seen too many fails at wearing beanies, and I didn’t want to parade around thinking I looked like Cara Delevingne when I actually looked like a sock puppet.
Today, my hair just wasn’t feeling it. It wouldn’t let me tame it in a ponytail, and my attempts at cramming it into a bun failed miserably. Now, I have a weakness for berets, so I rummaged around for mine, annnd failed as well. And then I saw this gray beanie that I hadn’t touched in almost two years. I was in a rush to leave the house, so this would have to do. I consoled myself in the car mentally, repeating the same thing over and over until it became a mantra: No one I know will see me like this No one I know will see me like this- I don’t look like a sock puppet, I don’t look like a sock puppet…
All jokes aside, I honestly hesitated before pulling the hat over my head, and it made me sad to think that I was letting fear let me from even putting the hat on before. I had never before gotten a good look at myself in a beanie, or even keeping one on for a long enough time to make sure I even put it on correctly.
I was so excited, I asked my sister to take a picture of me.
Lately I’ve been losing all interest in wearing color. Its just easier to wear dark colors- I don’t have the mind to consider what matches and what doesn’t!
Outfit Details:
Beanie: Gap/Moto: AE/Top:Kohls/Leggings:VS Pink/Booties: Aldo
That blogger pose where you crouch and try to look cool even though you’re crouching for no real reason.


When you want to be a skinny blogger but you’re too hungry to make it through the pictures.

My mom took the last picture. Her justification was that people should see realistic images, like bloggers eating instead of posing unrealistically( ahem, notice my earlier crouching picture).

I’d also like to reassure everyone by saying those almonds are vegan, and no, I’m not sponsored.

‘Til next time!

too lazy to come up with a decent title

Hi everyone! Today, I wore the best ventilated top I have ever been lucky enough to come by.

My heat stroke face. I can’t smile when I’m melting, unlike Olaf. Hey, look how flexible I’m becoming!:)

I found this tank by running into it. You think I’m kidding, but I’m not. And then these leggings- proof that I really am becoming a lazy bum. Even my hair is lazy! Everything about this outfit screams lazy! Lazy hair (air-dried, which I have to force myself not to blow-dry and straighten, so maybe my hair will be healthy again), lazy leggings, lazy tank with strategically placed vents and massive armholes and practical hook closures so I can customize how windswept I look…laziness. I’m even working the lazy beauty look, also known as no makeup, also known as everyday of my life.

See? Still not smiling. 

But the laziness has a justifiable cause. It’s summer, and it is burning outside. The thermometer outside says 102° but I don’t believe it for a second. Fall…where are you? 

My brother wanted me to post this picture, so I could prove that I smile sometimes. 

Top/ Bralette: Aeropostale (I know, I forgot that place existed too!)
Leggings: AE
Sandals: Ivanka Trump
Accessories: Colombian boutiques

Thanks for reading!

         Desperately Seeking Autumn