that time I liked football

Christmas break means catching up with all things "me" related. Besides Christmas shopping and cookie baking, job searching and holiday cheering I'd love to revamp this whole blog thing. I am open to suggestions; ie. design, logos, wordpress? Please help.
I am way behind in my picture posting; so here's a brief look at my last game-day ensemble as a student at UA. Sports have never been my thing, so I suppose this is one of the last times I'll lose my voice for boys throwing balls; and the last time I stand for five hours to watching fellow classmates fall down stairs after overestimating the ounces of Aristocrat she could tolerate from her floppy flask; and the last time my forearm tires from shaking the third down into submission—or maybe not. 
Gameday's aren't complete without obnoxiously beating the crimson, houndstooth and black horse. I never wore a bow or cowboy boots; this is about as spirited as this soon-to-be-alum gets. Then again, faux fur—the 'Bama trend goddess must have corrupted me. 
Roll tide. 

[dress-jessica simpson, vest-old, boots-old]

both

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"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.

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[sweater-gap, vest-forever21, skirt-anthropologie, boots-gianna bini (old), bag-rebecca minkoff, lips-nars shanghai express]
Thank you, Daniel for the photos.
Thank you, Marc for the book.

black and white

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

[everything is from Macy's mystylelab]
Thanks, Daniel for the photos. Thanks, Austin for editing them.

catz

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.

[dress-target, belt-my grandma's, shoes-bamboo, glasses-warby parker]

for me

My style changes just about every time Miley drops a new single and usually depends on what store I go in first after getting a paycheck. Urban Outfitters—I'm probably inspired by the cropped tops reminiscent of Wrecking Ball and skull emblazoned leggings circa two seasons ago and end up looking more high school, wanna-be yogi than bad ass Brooklynite. Express; I come out with pants too bright and shirts too tight trying to channel my inner sexy secretary in a last chance effort to professionalize my wardrobe. And sometimes online shops like Modcloth and ASOS steal the show and I am convinced to snatch up every woodland creature-printed, Peter Pan-collared, A-line dress my mouse comes close to hovering over.
But after every binge, shortly after, I am shamed by the guilt of hard earned money senselessly spent and the faint tug tugging on my heart of my suede bucks and collared button-downs. Since the beginning of my collegiate endeavors, I have found myself most comfortable, and confident, buttoned up with layers and polka-dots; a little bit vintage and a lot French school-boy. The whole remaking myself into a new character every day is fun when I want to channel Lena Dunham in midi skirts and overall jumpers. But when I just want to be Abbey, I'm probably sporting a boyish silhouette; vests, trousers and lace up oxfords. 
College: self-discovery I really just want a job in a few months and need to look somewhat trustworthy to a wide audience. No matter how adamantly I defend Miley's life choices, I'm not sure any self-respecting employer would understand squeezing my not size 2 bod into sequined hot shorts and graphic tees to better convey my modern representation of feminine prowess...not to say I won't break those out for occasions of Halloween-like proportions. In the meantime, I'm coaxing myself to be more me and less "look at me," more comfortable and less conformable—so I'll wear my pleated pants proudly and tuck my sweaters in unnecessarily—for me.
[shirt/pants-forever21 (old,) sweater-boden, bag-rebecca minkoff, hat/shoes/earrings-super old]
Thanks, Daniel for the photos. 

#fall

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.

  
[sweatshirt-3.1 phillip lim for target, skirt-express, shoes-converse, rings-uo]
Thanks, Daniel for the photos.