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**
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.
HAPPY EASTER!!! Regardless of religion, I know you appreciate candy and pastel colors. I like the hunting for eggs, not so much the candy, and pastel clothing makes me look like I have jaundice.
****Segues into what I wanted to say****
We’re back to the blog! I have so much to say- well, had. I accidentally deleted everything ten seconds ago and I’m fuming and don’t feel like typing it again.
Today I went to brunch with my sister and her boyfriend and his family…so basically the in-laws. We went to Baba Yega, and I mention this only because its a great opportunity for me to praise it for having vegan items. Even now, hours later, I’m still stuffed with fruit. Shoutout to Houston and its lack of vegan restaurants. *Insert eye roll*
Since I have homework left and I didn’t feel like doing it during this long weekend, enjoy some wonderfully lively pictures of me dreading the drive back to my college where I left my homework neatly piled on my desk waiting for me to finish it tonight.
Top// H&M Bralette// Designed by Me 😀
D’orsay//Nine West Bag// UO
Pants//H&M or Zara?? The tag is gone Bracelets//MyIntent, Etsy (flashtat)
I’d like to celebrate the fact that I can center part my hair once again, on account of my serious affinity for seventies pop culture/style/life/ Jane Birkin/Jane Birkin/Jane Birkin.
One last thing-
Recently, I’ve been trying to get back into sewing, since my first career goal in life was to become a fashion designer- dreams die hard, guys- and I freestyle-designed a bralette and actually made it and actually WORE it today, hence that white lace strap you saw peeking out (oops! thought my hair covered it). I used to think I’d design ready-to-wear clothing, which in essence is fancier clothing than your everyday clothes, but not ballgown territory either. But I’m really toying with furthering this lingerie/couture design that I’m working on. Anyway, maybe I’ll talk about it another time. Maybe Spring is making me creative again?
Happy New Year to me! 😀
Yesterday was my birthday, but since I spent my afternoon coming home and mainly running around to hang out with my brother, my birthday might not have been what most people would want on their special day. Here’s the thing:
I asked my parents to not do anything special.
Go ahead and let your jaw drop if you need to. I have my reasons. As I’ve grown older, I’ve seen how what I’ve wanted has evolved over time. When I walk by stores I like, I’ll usually joke once or twice (actually like fifty times) while I pick up items of interest and I’ll say “OOH here’s what I want for my birthday!” and then I’ll add a creepy wink or something. But in all seriousness, I’ll sit down later and think – actually think about what I truly need or would ask for as a gift, and the past two/three years, that list I usually have in my head is suddenly no where to be found, and I end up sick of wanting and sick of thinking that I have to ask for something simply because its a specific day of the year. This year, for example, a few weeks ago, I logged into Etsy, and picked what I wanted based on what I had clicked on the most for the past two years. And I only picked two things. And then I figured, what the heck, I’ll just buy this for myself and won’t ask for anything.
And you know what? I felt so much better!
I feel sometimes that liking fashion and style fuels a paradox for me. I love being on trend as much as the next Vogue devotee, but that costs money. And that costs time, time searching for trends I want to participate in, and time that I could use studying. Time I need to read for fun.
Okay, I can rant about that later.
But really, lately, I have gotten tired of the feeling that I want something. And this feeling isn’t new. It flares up around Christmas when I have to make a Christmas list, but it still cannot compare to my birthday, when I have to ask for something and only I get gifts.
So this year, I made a reservation at a vegan/sustainably sourced restaurant, and told everyone that I wanted them to be there. At the end of the day, when I thought about my stupid first world problems like “to want? or not to want?” and combined it with my hope that there is something more to life outside of our iPhones, I ended up extremely angry with phones and technology (and hungry). But more importantly, I would feel kind of empty. The obvious solution was to FaceTime my parents and pester them about their lives and ask dumb questions and give them my view on various books I was reading and remind them to take their vitamins, because I care about those things.
The answer came like a whack to the head with a fish. I really only wanted to hang out with my family…and eat food. I didn’t want the ‘special’ treatment, mostly because it makes me uncomfortable, that I’m sure I could probably tie back to some Freudian thing from my childhood, but whatever. I didn’t even get cake. But its okay. I got what I wanted, and I’m relieved that I got just that. And that everyone was there to be with me today as I literally stuffed myself like the foodie that I am. #noregrets
So I’m here, 19 years and counting, and I learned what simplicity means in my 18th year of life. That is my accomplishment. I didn’t need everything I used to want or think I needed to be happy. **Gets off soapbox**
Thanks for reading!!! xoxo
“As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness.”
― Henry David Thoreau
I finally had a spare moment to notice what I was wearing, and also had a camera ready- the stars aligned today- so I dragged my brother outside.
Unfortunately I have no anecdote to share as I’m juggling a variety of assignments in classes. Now I think I’ve hit the point where all I want is Spring Break, and nothing else really fits in my mind.
I do feel the need to tell you that my expression in the first picture was due to my neighbor’s cat nearby. I’m dreadfully allergic and so whenever a cat is close, I stare at it until it feels uncomfortable (that’s the goal at least) and it leaves. In the first picture I’m in full observance mode.
Oh Texas winters…I truly dislike you, and I think I speak for every other fan of cold weather.