To round out my Christmas break, I took a trip to see my lovely summer roommates in our old stomping grounds. It was so nice to see New York in all of her wintery, snowy glory. Due to the "polar vortex" sweeping across the country, mostof my carefully calculated outfits—deemed unworthy to wear to Chili's or Panera Bread at home—ended up not being able to keep out the bitter cold, thus remained at the bottom of my suitcase. However, our trip to brunch at Rosemary's and walk around Central Park proved perfect weather to sport my most prized Christmas present, my J.Crew moto skirt. I'm crossing my fingers this will be my last visit. Also, this bag is everything I've been looking for in a carry-on, carry-all, out and about bag for a couple years now. Plus it adds a punchy chic note to any drab legging/sweater look I find myself in when school starts.
Asking a girl to describe her personal style is like asking her to fit all her Halloween costumes from years past in a shoebox. Well, maybe not for you, but I was Cruella DeVille, a dead clown, Elvis Presley, Tinkerbell and a grim reaper over a span of six years, so the analogy seemed fitting. I mean, the clown wig alone...
Getting dressed in the morning is the first thing I accomplish each day. It begins with hastily pulled hangers and too many layers and ends with my 5-by-7 1930's sleeping porch converted bedroom covered in sweaters and sequins. Maybe I'm the only one, maybe it's silly, but creating a character out of my clothes has become one of my favorite past-times.
Today I combined my two favorite sartorially sanctioned genres, but really just ended up looking like an American Girl doll that stole a thing or two out of Miley Cyrus's closet. I promise I didn't mean to make this happen, sometimes great things flow out of my fingers when I just let it happen. But, hold up. I think I just described my personal style. I am a huge fan of (dare I say the most cliche and overused phrase in the fashion culture today?)
vintage, nope, can't do it. Trends of decades past. I am a fan of my grandmother's clothes combined with just the right touch of edgy flare. Edgy in the sense that I like metal accents, leather details and minimalistic color palates. Does that sound pretentious enough? Ok, good.
I'd say this look is a good example of what happens when I have "nothing to wear." I usually end up pulling out a kitschy sweater and boots and see how many layers I can pile on before I start sweating.
and if this post wasn't pretentious enough for you...this is me showing you what I'm reading.
American Girl doll: sweater-c/o Molly McIntire(Old Navy), skirt- Kit Kittredge(Urban), Necklace-Kaya, duh. Miley Cyrus: boots-Urban, jacket-Target
To be honest, fashion inspiration is lacking in this academic-logged brain of mine, hence the less than regular posts lately. I have been consumed with other things, causing me to cherish every extra minute I allow myself to sleep thus leaving no time to plan out proper school attire, because yes, I do in fact need extra time to plan what I wear. Fatal flaw? Maybe. Run-on sentence? Definitely.
This evening I will share how I stumbled upon the winter must-have that I never knew I needed. A couple of weeks ago my mom, sisters and I met in Birmingham to look for Christmas ideas and the possible obligatory seasonal shopping trip allowance, but mostly Christmas ideas. It's a bad habit to have, but it is almost impossible for me to window shop, especially when the weather is just beginning to drop to temperatures appropriate for the layered look I so often crave.
After bobbing in and out of boutiques and make-up stores, quickly racking up a substantial mental Christmas list, we made it to our favorite department store. Shoes...check, sale section....check. We made the rounds, and then...the Calvin Klein cape that changed my life. The camel color, the leather piping, who in their right mind wouldn't at least try it on? I admired my exaggerated silhouette -dramatic enough to sport on Commes des Garcons runway and I cringed as I turned over the price tag. I expected a price that would mirror the way this cape made me feel: extravagant. But, no. This bad boy was almost 70% off. I guess no one else could see the potential contained in a Calvin Klein knee-length camel cape. Needless to say, I simply could not wait until Christmas and without hesitation bought my treasure and have been eating Ramen Noodles for dinner ever since.
Some may say a cape is a little "over-the-top" for everyday wear, and here is where I will prove "some" wrong. Be prepared, because this girl is going get some serious wear-time out of her most favorite piece of clothing ever purchased. I will now document all of the ways I can wear my cape and maybe convince you that you need one.
Day one: casual
I started with an all black and white outfit. (I'm not usually a fan of monochromatic/neutral ensembles, but have been drawn to it for some reason this season.) I was so excited to break out my knock-off Isabel Marant sneakers from Target and paired them with feux leather leggings, white studded collar button-down and my favorite black T-shirt. I felt that the tennis shoes and all black managed to keep the outfit casual without detracting from the greatness that is my Calvin Klein cape.