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. 

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

 

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

 

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I was actually walking, but I made the mistake of talking, hence the weird facial expression 
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* 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!

“2017!” and Other Things

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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.

Outfit details: Dress//F21 /  Tights//vintage (thanks mom) / Booties//Aldo

Disclaimer**

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.

  1. Obviously to get good grades in college, because law school, and law school… and law school.
  2. Try to focus on writing more
  3. Work on cooking skills
  4. 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**

 

The True Cost.

I recently bought a dress – which sounds really boring and isn’t how I normally start conversations- but I actually felt good about it.

I’ve always been conscious of my actions and their effects on the environment, so a few years ago, I started reading up on the fashion industry and how it relates to pollution, unfair labor, and carbon emissions. I even saw the documentary that this blog post is named after. I don’t want to spoil it, but it basically points out the darker side of the fashion industry and how we as a society of consumption have turned our back on ethical practices. Exploiting workers in developing countries, using materials that include animal byproducts, and throwing away all the material that we do not use has led to a massive problem. In order to combat this, we can recycle clothes, sell them elsewhere, swap clothes, buy secondhand…etc.

I cut down my shopping by more than half, but I’ve also tried to make each purchase an investment purchase also so I wouldn’t feel as bad about my closet.

So getting to the point of this post- my dress I wore today was this awesome peace silk (a vegan silk alternative – real silk involves killing silk worms) maxi dress with awesome slits and a great cut-out back. But my favorite part of the dress was its tag! The tag says that its made of recycled man-made fabrics.

Eco-friendly AND vegan fabric + my personal style?  = heck yeah.

 

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The lighting in this picture was hilarious.

The dress is actually a much prettier maroon shade, but the lighting made it all wonky. Also yes, I blurred the photo.

The denim jacket was with me because I went to Barnes and Noble to read as I do almost every weekend, because Barnes and Noble is to me like Tiffany’s is to Holly Golightly, and Barnes and Noble happens to maintain a welcoming temperature of 32 degrees Fahrenheit. I ended up not wearing it though because I wasn’t about to let air conditioning rain on my eco-friendly fashion parade.

Bottom line: The True Cost (I think its still on Netflix) is definitely worth a watch- and so is ethical living.

xoxo

Whimsical.

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Outfit Details:

top/ Zara // shorts/ H&M // sandals/ Nine West // earrings/gift

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This week, my kombucha made a cameo appearance. I wish I was a more popular blogger so I could claim some sort of commission on kombucha sales, but alas, I’m not. 

Hello everyone! Yes, we are back at it again with the brick wall. If you are an avid blog follower such as myself, you’ve probably noticed that some bloggers refer to their site and themselves as ‘we’ instead of ‘me’ or ‘I’. I don’t know if its done to make the reader feel as if they are an organization or some more elaborate event every time they post, but its always funny to me, especially when the blog is clearly run by one person alone.

Anyway, today I was feeling the long sleeves, and THEN I realized how hot it was outside and realized what a huge mistake I had made wearing this particular top-

Yeah wait, actually I don’t regret it. I went grocery shopping and I needed those sleeves to combat the annoying goosebumps I get in the freezer section.

Sometimes I prefer pulling out things to wear that aren’t necessarily in style at the moment or go with another season.

Today’s look is brought to you by a mix of desperation to wear something that wasn’t open in the sides or was a boring t-shirt to deal with the heat, and a bit of “Well, this looks relatively unwrinkled and hasn’t been worn in so long that it looks lonely” – now seeing these pictures I am intrigued to see what else I can come up with since the hottest part of the summer is yet to come!

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This picture was taken a second after the last one in a rapid fire procession by my brother, so that’s why I have the same eyebrow raised. I feel the need to explain why I have my eyebrows raised all the time. I’m not always in a current state of surprise. 

Also, yes- I DID cut my hair recently. Those dead ends had to disappear somehow. I forgot how it feels to have a light ponytail again, and what it was like to not stretch out hair bands whenever I made a bun.

I’ll be back soon! Thanks for reading!

xoxo

Spontaneous Photo-Ops ft. Mom

Walking around the University of Houston campus earlier yesterday and my Dad was cool enough to snap a photo of my outfit when I said that I liked what I was wearing out loud. 


I ditched the cross body and denim jacket for my beloved tote bag. 

Later the same day, my mom and I were walking around the Town and Country area and she did the exact same thing. 
*My mom and I walking*

Mom: We should take a picture of us, we look good today!

Me: *smiles widely and eyes widen*

Me: OKAY!!!!

Still Me: *skips behind Mom like a troll whilst fist-pumping*

I realized that if my style were a pie chart, a solid 70% could be attributed to my mom’s style, and the other 30% is just a mishmash of music, pop culture, and literary influence. Behold Exhibit A- our tendency to pick one color and wear mainly that. My mom loves dark colors. She always wears earrings, and pointy toed shoes, and cropped tapered pants. I do the same, but I don’t blow dry and style my hair religiously like her (actually I don’t at all), and I’ll wear white, light blue, or the darkest colors possible. I found this realization incredibly interesting, from our dedication to earrings to our obsession with keeping our ankles exposed.

Now I just wish we had been this spontaneous on Mother’s Day, when this cameo and post would have been more relevant. 

Xoxo

Ps. Yes, the photo quality is crap. I forgot my camera, so my iPhone had to do- I wasn’t about to turn down a picture with my mom.

Under the Arch To Follow my Mother.

So yesterday was Mother’s day. I woke up and made my mother brunch with my sister, and we actually made some pretty delicious stuff, including a fruit and yogurt parfait using coconut milk (#teamvegan), and a sweet potato hash that used maple syrup and almond milk (pulls out pom poms and cheers for veganism) and an apple for me! I also made a huge frittata for everyone else in my house – I did not have that, obviously – and some Brazilian Pao de Queijo (I opted out again), and a zucchini bread muffin that I literally went to the grocery store for exclusively. Everyone else was stuffed by the frittata I made, so I actually ended up taking the sweet potato hash from my brother and mom (MWAH HA HA that was actually my suspicion).

         The final product pre-foodfest

My mom’s plate, with my freestyles frittata and maple sweet potato hash and our cards


My parfait and apple…

We went to Agora later, where I found out they sell Sinful Bakery’s vegan cookies and now regret not getting one, and where I got the saddest chamomile tea that tasted more like a foot and what I imagine a poisonous mushroom in SuperMario tastes like than a sweet and soothing herb, and we ended up getting some crepes later, at Sweet Paris (strongly recommend if you’re in the H-town area). I ate mine too fast to save a picture, but it was the vegan crepe!


My subpar tea

We stopped at Rice University, where I found a glorious archway that had so much depth that I couldn’t handle it, and my sister kindly took these pictures. Maybe its the amateur photographer in me, but look at that archway and it’s shadows! Look at it! Architecture man.

I’d also like to note that while I hate the color pink, my sister gave me this scarf and the pattern has grown on me. So while the color is questionable in my book, the pattern itself is really nice. Also, in some lighting – in very very generous lighting- I look somewhat tanner, which is nice.

 

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my face, 90% of the time, and most likely more than that.
Wearing:

Top/ H&M … Scarf/Gift… Shorts/Gap… Belt/AE… Sandals/Nine West

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Whenever they tell me to “smile softly,” I kind of laugh at those comments and end up half smirking. Exhibit A.  
Also, don’t be fooled into thinking that the title of this post requires some deep level of literary/cinematic/Spongebob knowledge. I literally walked under this arch following my mom, taking creepy stalker style photos as our family walked around Rice campus.

Which isn’t to take away from the bigger picture of the day. My mother is a fabulous, stylish, classy lady with a good sense of humor and a signature hairstyle who never has a hair out of place or a doubt in herself. I spared her a cameo today because like I said before, my pictures were seriously creepy. As in, she’s walking and I snapped a photo that I accidentally zoomed too much on, so it’s a photo of her hair alongside a tree branch.

Brace yourselves. More style posts are coming.

Now She’s In Me, Always With Me.

Hi everyone!

So, as the dynamic duo, Jordan and I had to hit up thrift shops and secondhand stores, not only because we’re broke college kids, but also because she was hunting for a flannel that was hopefully broken in and soft and extra cozy. I went in thinking I wouldn’t buy anything because I’m very stingy and will not pay for anything unless I can find five ways to style the item with what I have at home.

And then I met this vintage seventies coat…

And I finally realized what it meant to fall in love.
Okay, that sounded very materialistic. But I was obsessed with the quality of the coat and how it has stood up to wear and tear that comes with age, and I have been looking for a statement piece that I can call my own and really make my own staple as I realize where I stand in style.

Putting the coat on, I became Penny Lane, and I had nothing to say. I smiled goofily, and I was even enticed to take a selfie- which if you know me, you’ll know this never happens- and there’s Jordan, watching me all amused as I take pictures of the glorious coat.

So, you’re probably thinking, “Hmm, Sarah, did you buy this coat?”

Well, no. And it sucked. I had a moment of sensibility and put the coat on the hanger. But then I remembered that I’ve been trying to be more ethical when it comes to shopping since so many clothes are wasted every year and thrown out. Buying secondhand was cheaper, and here was the coat of my dreams (in my size, too. I’m slapping myself I feel so dumb), and it was a fraction of a denim jacket at the Gap. AND I PUT IT BACK ON THE HANGER AND LAUGHED IT OFF.

Bye, Penny Lane. Guess I won’t meet the Band-Aids anytime soon.

Moral of the story: DON’T PUT BACK CHEAP STUFF THAT FITS YOU. Even less if its good quality, and comes from your favorite decade. Still slapping myself.
Jordan offered to take me back and find my coat, since she saw how much it hurt me to leave the coat behind. See? I even referred to my coat as “MY” coat, haha. It’s meant to be. Jordan, I know you’re reading…Operation: Cool Off And Talk is still a thing.
Anyway, since I was now walking lethargically due to the parting with my coat, we walked until we found an antique shop. We found a rather avant-garde shop, with items that are vintage but redone by local artists. The result was beyond awesome. I got so much inspiration by furniture and reupholstered love-seats that I’m now excited to get my own place in a few years and fix it up with secondhand stuff.
Not sure what you could do with this large box, but I love that the inside of the box matches the red soles of Louboutin shoes.
This has inspired my idea of what I want in my closet. The skirts are vintage too!

 

I still don’t understand taxidermy, but this was another level of confusing.
vegan sandwich heaven at Empire Cafe.
Common Bond-ing. Ft. Jordan the Hipster.
Common Bond-Ing parte deux. She drank a latte, and I drank a chamomile tea.
We found the Biscuit Wall!
Outfit Details: Sweater: AE / Shorts: AF / Scarf: Gift / Oxfords:Steven by Steve Madden
Jordan and a really cool mural that we swear was not there last time.
I liked this wall too much. It made me look vibrant.
When you’re a hipster but obvious to how hipster-y you look.

There was my latest Montrose adventure! I hope you all learned to not give up what you want so easily for quickly ( ahem, my coat…*sniffles*). Thanks for reading!

xoxo