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.
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.
It feels so odd to be saying that right now, as I scroll through my old posts and wonder where the time has gone. I feel as if I owe everyone an explanation for my absence here.
So while I know that you all are perfectly justified in being angry with me, here I go attempting an apology. Or at least presenting a solid alibi, whichever works better.
This will also probably become some sort of rant inevitably, so disclaimer – if you aren’t in for the long haul you might want to click away, haha.
First of all, I would like to point out how much work goes into each post. For a professional blogger who made this their full time job, there is a photographer required for every. Single. Shoot… And for every. Single. Post. And unfortunately, my younger brother a few months ago realized that photographing my outfits out of the “goodness of his heart” (my words, not his) was doing nothing for his wallet. To be fair, it was a crap deal we had going on, at least on his end. And I laughed it off. But then I realized I had no one to hold the camera and actually snap the photo, and then the laughing ended. So I hunted photographers, but no one was A) near enough to work with or B) was interested in working with a newer, less followed blogger. SEE everyone? THIS is why bloggers date people who are good with photography; they get free photos. Smart smart smart.
Another reason I was distanced from the blog was school. Always school. Courses got harder, my study breaks became smaller and less frequent, and thus became consumed with me slipping in clips of the show Victoria on PBS (I am a fangirl for that show I swear the costumes must be crafted out of angel hair and swan feathers or something) , or Mad Men (not surprising for me). I also became a bit of a vintage freak, stalking vintage accounts and sellers on Instagram, but never actually bidding on things due to sizing qualms.
So there are my two largest reasons. Another relevant reason was this fear that I was not living in the moment, but instead just thinking of when and what to post, and if I had enough clothing for posts. Which is not the point of ethical living — a goal I am actively pursuing. Shopping mindfully is something I try to do, and if my blog was standing in the way of that main goal, then it had to be put on hold.
BUT I won’t lie, I missed the mini platform I had to write and rant on that was in my control all the time. So here I am, again. It’s summer, and I am here, but I won’t guarantee how active I can be, since I will be a bit busy this summer (more on that another time). For now, I CAN guarantee an outfit MWAH HA HA. Someone’s brother was in a good mood and agreed to being a photographer for the day.
Downtown Houston, how I missed you. Suburbs….well, let’s just say I have a growing fiery pit of lava feeding on fervid hatred and swirling flames of discomfort and a mild allergic reaction when I think of you.
** “The Tempest” Playbill not available for sale 😀
There you go! My latest outfits are mostly in grayscale, or at least in dark colors. In lieu of prints I lean towards textures and fabrics, which are more fun anyway. I saw the Houston Ballet’s version of “The Tempest” and was entranced, and stepped out for a second to get these photos of this outfit. My top was actually fished off a rack in Zara that was covered in those pseudo Johanna Ortiz tops. Even though I feel like a human doily, I can live with that. The ruffled shoulders are actually (oh good god I’m about to say it) fun?
Last thing I will say: those shoes. They are precious, and I love anything pointy-toed. If I see a pair of black shoes that threaten to mold my feet into triangles by the end of the day and have sandpaper for soles sign me up. I will gladly break in those death traps for you. Years of practice of wearing uncomfortable shoes left me numb anywhere below my mid calf area, so these were great. I realize now sitting at home with my feet propped up that the skin has been rubbed raw in a few places but THAT IS OKAY. All is fair in love and fashion.
I spent a quaint evening with my family, mostly frolicking with sparklers, dancing about in some fabulously over the top tights (I hate the word pantyhose, fun fact – once its said, nothing else can be said to make up for it), and hogging all of the brussels sprouts.
And here is my outfit, which is probably what everyone came here for:
I am very proud to say that my outfit was very sustainable, with an old dress I managed to make new again with funky tights that reminded me of Fran Drescher as the Nanny and basic booties.
None of what I wore was ‘current’. Isn’t that weird? This is where I will get all corny and reflect on unremarkable things yet explain how they truly mean something much deeper. This year I became much more aware of my impact on the world as a consumer. I learned that having a large closet does not immediately mean being stylish. Once this was presented to me, I was finally able to see the way social media accounts force shove a specific image into the spotlight, and set it as the example to follow. That revelation led to figuring out my style and has allowed me to pare down on unnecessary shopping and the constant need to fit what others think is correct.
Now I will be very cautious with the resolutions I leave here, since I feel uneasy when something is established as important and basically etched in stone (more like etched in pixels), but I do have a few goals for this year.
Obviously to get good grades in college, because law school, and law school… and law school.
Try to focus on writing more
Work on cooking skills
Get better at yoga
Do I need to say the obvious ones- like drinking more water?
Happy New Year, and wish us all luck with our resolutions, no matter how sustainable and realistic they are! **sips water, thinks again, gulps down a cup of water**
We have a new president. *Disclaimer* I feel like social media and the press have given us enough coverage to realize we need love in the country, so lets focus on that. That’s as political as this post will get.
Hey, its almost Thanksgiving, there’s something to think about!
Let’s get tea and prepare to sit for a while. I sat down to type this and you will thus sit and read and enjoy.
I would say a separate thing I was grateful for each day I wasn’t here, but I would rather say a bunch that I felt thankful for during the past week. I was thankful for the change in the weather, my friends (I was going to say “FrAnDz”…just read it out loud like that), the school I go to, and Christmas music. No, they are not in any particular order.
The weather has made me drowsier at night, which I think is because of daylight savings, and the change of time has made it darken earlier, and now I want to cuddle in blankets earlier. This is fabulous as I have trouble sleeping. So there’s one thing to be happy about. Thanks mother nature!
Next, I want to point out that colder weather is my favorite for style. I don’t like the heat, and I feel like it kind of clashes with my personal style as my favorite thing to do is layer. For example, yesterday and today’s outfits are here for your perusal/inspiration:
I would like to also apologize for bad iPhone quality. I need to find a better camera.
At left, we have yesterday’s look. At right…I am still wearing that actually.
Since I have quit buying fast fashion, none of what I am wearing is available anymore.
BUT. New item alert. That denim jacket? Its custom. Levis. Denim. Oh snap. I have never had such a well made item like that, besides my Clarks (aka my children aka best shoes ever). I will wear the living crap out of that outerwear.
As you guys know, this started out a style blog. So I will talk about that for a second. I originally thought my style was super intense and patterned and whatnot. Colors, and prints, and psychedelic themes galore. But the passing of time has led to me realizing that I really like well made good quality basics, and then random prints scattered about my wardrobe. I’ve also come to the conclusion that I really like dark colors and basic neutrals. Nothing major or remarkable about it- just a self observation, which is always interesting to make as time goes on.
And now, the Christmas music!!! A few unsolicited recommendations that you’ll thank me for later:
Last Christmas- Wham!
A Charlie Brown Christmas / Thanksgiving soundtracks
Cold December Night- Michael Bublé
Mele Kalikimaka – Andrews Sisters and Bing Crosby
This Christmas – Christina Aguilera
Let It Snow – Aly and Aj (homage to my childhood)
Anything on the Christmas albums by She and Him
Any Christmas song by Frank Sinatra
You’re welcome!! Finals are coming and I need good vibes, and you need good vibes, so how better than to use Christmas music to share and spread the love!!
I am going to be honest. I’m listening to Michael Bublé’s Christmas album right now.
Today did not make it easy to find something to be grateful for (especially when your leggings are soaked and stuck to you and require surgical removal, or coaxing with paper towels). Nevertheless, I was struck by the amazing weather when I went out later after the rain had moved on. The sky was grey and melancholy, and the wind allowed me to pretend that I was in some moody old town in New England. Seeing the clouds drifting by reminded me that the weekend is coming. Well tomorrow is Friday, which is basically the weekend, right? And that means going home, which means family, which means happiness. And the renaissance festival in Houston!
So thanks rain. You reminded me that just like storms that tear through the area, there is still an ethereal beauty in nature.
That being said, I am still bitter about the fact that you ruined my Toms earlier.
Yay rain! Yay for fridays! I’ll even throw in an honorable mention to my wellies for pulling through.
Hi everyone! I have been gone, and there is really no excuse for that. But does it make it better if I say that I have had a lot of homework and exams? And what is weirder – the last time I posted I am positive that I was not in classes yet. And here we are. The day after Day of the Dead.
I figured that an easier way to get back into the groove of writing would be to focus on solely that. Writing, minus the fashion, style, and vegan life. I was thinking of how to do this for the past week and a half, and then I saw this post on Facebook, where someone had hashtagged #30daysofthanks, and posted a picture along with it. I thought it was so sweet and a good idea, since sometimes too much homework and stress from classes leaves us jaded and without any time to realize that there is much to still be happy about.
I for one always have a strange reaction every time I come home for the holidays. For the first two days I am still trying to forget about the exams I have to go through to pay my dues before being able to lay back and celebrate and get back to my usual routine at home.
So this year I have decided to change that. In order to remind myself that there is much to be happy about and that not everything is stressful and grey and exhausting (I could write a book about the stress of exams and fill it with anecdotes…) I have decided to join in on this hashtag trend, although I will spare my friends the newsfeed spam and post here exclusively.
I am well aware that I am a day late, so today I will mention TWO things that made me thankful or reminded me of what I should be grateful for. So let us embark on this journey of pumpkins, lattes, and the joy that is everything autumnal!!! Follow me friends! *throws the single orange leaf that has fallen to the ground in Texas*
November 1st, 2016 aka the first day of Christmas according to Starbucks
Lattes. All of them. Chai lattes specifically.
Before you judge me for picking a material item hear me out!
I have a tendency to say that I will do a lot of things and then not go through with them. And I am bored of that, because it leads to me complaining about being stuck in a rut, when my actions – or lack of- are what has me sitting there. I used to depend on other people to feel like I was having fun or doing something worthwhile. Ex: asking friends to study together to make myself do it or to go to Starbucks because I wasn’t capable of going alone.
Recently, I had this ridiculous craving for a chai latte. And I was thinking, if only I had a friend who would go with me! I cannot possibly go downtown and find one! I guess I’ll sit around in my bedroom.
I honestly don’t know what urged me out of bed. Maybe it was that the craving was that bad. Maybe I remembered that I had gotten a paycheck recently so I was feeling giddy and reckless. But it was probably that I realized that if I wasn’t brave enough to do it alone today, tomorrow I would be in the same rut, but in a different situation. And the idea of being in a rut permanently or even long term scares me.
So I went out, got on the public metro (yay eco friendly transportation options!) and went downtown to a coffee shop I found on Yelp, and sat there proudly drinking my almond chai latte for as long as I could, using baby sips that you would normally a little girl using at a tea party.
And good news! I’m sipping my second chai latte at the same spot right now. Hooray for leaving comfort zones and exploring downtown! I am thankful for this latte for helping me realize that I am capable of going out and doing something about my boredom instead of simply complaining about it. My destiny is in my hands! – Mwah ha ha ha ha –
November 2nd, 2016
And now we are at the present! Today I am thankful for the slightly cooler weather. It got me in the mood to write this post and indirectly dragged me out of the creative darkness I was in. I would say family, for calling and messaging me, but that would be unfair to dedicate only one day to them, when I could in theory write about them for thirty days of thanks as well, and many more. So leaving my family out of this, I am thankful for this blog. Because it feel like home, in a way. And I have a lot of ideas I am still trying to get out on this little spot.
I was thinking recently- and I even dropped the idea in a conversation with a friend a few minutes ago- that I would really like to compile the short stories I write and maybe add some simple illustrations to them too. I am not an artist in any way, but I think the stories would make more sense and look more complete with something else there with them.
It is still a very, very rough idea though. But it was brought back to the forefront of my mind because of this blog! I initially had this idea a few years back in high school. Although then it was supposed to be entirely fiction, I feel like I have enough anecdotes on my own to suffice, mixed with some creative liberty.
I will cut myself off here, because I am too excited to write again and share with you all and I don’t want to exhaust my writing, and I fear I’m word vomiting.
In an effort to create space on my phone, I decided to go through my photos and make some necessary cuts to my collection. Now, I’m a firm believer that phones say a lot about their owners; being overly observant and nosy has its perks (for once). Whether the owner has a really old case (either too lazy to change it or very practical and doesn’t see the importance of having a ‘pretty’ case), or a flamboyant fluorescent object that just happens to also function as a case on the side of having credit card slots/ a pocket for change/ a compact mirror/a gum dispenser/a gps/ spare kleenex (the girl who is always behind in her daily life because she is too busy living it up on Twitter *cough* Tumblr) — the point is- I notice these things.
Items as personal as phones reflect us in some way. But the interior- the junk that appears once you unlock the phone- that is as intriguing as the latest Stella McCartney runway show. Apps aside, I am referring directly to the photos on our phones. Not necessarily because I care to see the selfies I imagine people take of themselves, because the selfies are no way as near as interesting as the photos we take of things we like or that make us think. When we photograph things, we want to remember them so we can later go back and go back to the train of thought we had when we first saw the item.
ANYWAY, I was reminded of some thoughts I had when I went to the Met in New York recently. After looking at sculpture after sculpture, I noted a trend in the profiles of their faces, and I had to take pictures so I could compare with others. Now looking back on them, I strangely feel like I should justify to people why they are on my phone and make sure I’m not the only person who find this funny (I need to make sure that I’m not weird).
Behold, a peek at things I find weird/thought provoking:
Alright. This will sound either stupid, or like I’m reading too deep into the situation.
I consider the photos above reason to believe that Voldemort is very much alive and was angry that artists back in the day did not pay homage to his gloriously flat face (no offense to Ray Fiennes) and thus invaded the Met at some point in time and yelled some sort of spell that severed the noses of every ancient bust on display.
Here’s a more plausible and boring conclusion: maybe the employees at the Met don’t get paid enough and instead of going on strike, they figured they’d attack the artwork since that would express their invisible anger towards their bosses.
And here’s what I REALLY think happened : A pretentious curator at the Met calmly perused the sculptures before they went up and found all their noses to be ugly, and instead of wasting money on a sculpture surgeon (okay I obviously know that is not a profession, I just liked the way that sounded in my head), he was Mr. Do-It-Yourself and took out his trusty chisel and mallet and screwed it up thinking he had better taste in noses than the Greeks and Romans. By then, he was frantic- he had to do something. He probably trembled, thinking to himself, Julius and Augustus are turning in their coffins as I operate on their cultural treasures WITHOUT EVEN A DEGREE IN MEDICINE. So then, he pulled out the next best thing, which was his daughter’s silly putty that he accidentally brought with him, and he smacked that on the noses, but that slid off of the noses to his dismay. As he felt the end of his career approaching, he fell feebly to his knees and begged the Roman and Greek gods to show him the path to artistic enlightenment. He smacked his forehead, chastising himself for thinking like Narcissus, and curled into the fetal position next to a statue of a chubby cherub (I am killing it with these alliterations!) and waited to be found and fired.
But then, out of nowhere, a light shone from above. The now dusty curator looked up, suddenly blinded by a white light. He meekly asked, “Zeus?” A voice came out of the intercom instead, announcing that any damaged sculptures would soon be seen by a visiting specialist in refurbishing pieces. The light went off. Hmm. The man might refurbish their noses. But the continuity- it would only work if I were consistent! The curator looked up again, slyly. He pocketed the chisel and mallet and whipped out a much heavier hammer that he didn’t remember having before, and he sprinted through the entire backroom, smashing every. Single. Nose. Not one statue was left untouched. The man had no time to admire his work, so he fled the scene.
And that is how the noses of so many statues now look flat. You’re welcome.