At 24 I’m still quite the whippersnapper, but I’d say I’ve finally reached that age where I’m really starting to see the cyclical nature of clothing & trends. Things that fell out of fashion are now kind of ragey again and infiltrating my Instagram feed.
Rumor has it Monday is supposed to be 70 degrees and sunny, but I’m a New Englander who has gone through this relentless winter and is skeptical of “so-called” weather reports.
If the claims are true then I’ll rejoice and drink a cocktail to celebrate the first, officially gorgeous day of spring. If they’re false then I’m walking into work, putting in my notice, and getting on a plane to the USVI, rent and student loan and car payments and responsibilities be damned!
Let me start by saying I’m a nude sleeper. That’s right, when I close the bedroom door at night it’s all boobs and buns.
Frankly, I find sleeping in clothes suffocating and hot. I only wear clothes to bed for two occasions. First is when I have to crash at a friend’s house and am comfortable enough to share a bed with them (more like too princessy to sleep on a mere, mortal couch) but not comfortable enough to completely disrobe, because, you know, that can send some mixed messages.
Once I discovered the maxi dress and its entire curve hugging capabilities I really started to enjoy dressing for the summer. The simplicity of slipping something over my head, accenting with a leather belt, and then throwing on a pair of sunglasses is something I can appreciate, especially since most summer mornings I’m dragging myself out of bed from a mean mimosa or pina colada hangover…on the weekends only, of course!
“If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you it’s yours forever. If it doesn’t then it was never meant to be.” – A wise person once said about clothing!
A few weeks ago I popped into the shoe store (the same one I got my Nicole Flats from) and saw another pair of Nicole stunners. Instead of being low-riders they were a high and mighty pump that were classic but made a statement. I loved the neutral color, the shape of the opening, and the gold bar that ran across the back.
I’m short (a solid 5’3 and half), so the arrival of the skinny jean was something I rejoiced! No longer would I have tattered hems that were dingy and unattractive. No longer would I have to consider visiting a seamstress to get my pants hemmed, which was an extra fee that wasn’t part of my budget.
What am I talking about? Getting my pants hemmed for $30 still isn’t a feasible clothing expense!
Lately I’ve been searching high and low for the perfect pair of leopard print shoes. Leopard is hard to work with because you’ve got to get the right color and spot size and shoe style so you don’t look like one of your bad Aunts who shops exclusively a Chico’s. Okay, not all of Chico’s is bad, but you know the section I’m talking about….