"Let me be ragged or well dressed."
How about both? You can't often have it all; or be it all, but you can wear it all. 2013 has been the year of sparkle. I don't particularly have a penchant for ball gowns and tiaras—as I am usually struggling to maintain a feminine flair when dressing myself. But if it's covered in sparkles, you better believe I will snatch it up to fight its perverbial princess qualties; pairing it with something distressed or denim. Sequined pocket? Gotta have it. Shiny palazzopant? Need it. Full-length embellished mermaid skirt? Are you kidding? The fight is on.
These days I find myself reflecting on the life changes ahead and closing the college chapter of life. I know this is kind corny and trite, but this outfit embodies my blogs title rather perfectly. With reflection comes nostalgia I suppose.
Are you allowed to wear these kinds of light-catching ensembles on weekdays after age 22? Are sequins commonplace in the work place? Probably not, but I'm determined. This pairing of denim, lace-up boots and the perfect cream-colored cable-knit works to subdue the BCBG held captive in the sequined maxi, by playing up the Ralph Lauren in the textured counterparts—both ragged and well dressed.
When Sandy appears at the end of Grease in her all-black, skin-tight ensemble, viewers awe over her new-found curves and jaws stand ajar as she flits around the fair. When I wear all black, albeit subtly polka-dotted, leather and sans sex-pot stilettos, I get the "who-are-you-trying-to-be?" stare.
Maybe the boots are a little much paired with the leather jacket. And maybe, the plum lip comes off more punk than punchy. And just maybe the tight braids read rigged rather than refined; but with a monochromatic color palate comes attitude. Black and white read confident and put-together. My T-shirt may have an applique bow and cliché French saying, but you wouldn't question a lady's motives when swaddled in a black leather jacket.
Check out how I styled the rest of my Macy's haul on CollegeFashionista.com
This dress was probably meant for a 15-year-old who probably takes pictures of herself in her parents bathroom and probably has brassy highlights in her sideswept jet black bangs. But here I am—entranced by the feline print and hushed pink fabric—buying clothes I won't be able to wear outside of my college years. I will never learn.
The first day of classes happened. Fashion week came and went. (I wasn't there...again.) I wrote an article about UA sororities still being segregated and got to be on CNN. And now you're caught up with my life.
This fall I predict my style habits won't change all too much. I'll stick with my love of leather and punchy lipsticks and continue to sport my collection of kitschy prints and collegiate collars. I did buy a pair of white Converse to reward myself for making national news. So that's a new thing. I just don't feel bad bragging because this is most likely a once in a lifetime deal.(I obviously felt a little bit bad hence me justifying the brag.)
I do admit, I'm one of those fall-obsessed-girls who can't wait to wrap herself in copious amounts of unnecessarily floppy, cowl-neck sweaters and sip hot overpriced drinks that smell like artificial spicy-pumpkin-ish while swaddled in a mustard colored throw. I'm that girl that brought pumpkin candy to the office on the first day of autumn. I am the glasses-wearing, fall frenzied, pumpkin fanatic that so annoyingly engulfs the Internet August to December. I'm sorry. This is me repaying you...a bookish look that doesn't reveal an inkling of the season. After this, I can't promise anything. Be prepared for ribbed knits and cords.