WHY?
Why, you may ask, do I feel compelled to spread my own suspiciously schizophrenic personal style (if you could call it that) out into the already overcrowded and rather polluted fashion blogosphere?? I will tell you my reasons now*. Living and going to college in LA one experiences the uniquely ridiculous phenomena of “collegiate style” and designer slacker-wear. Yes, slacker-wear I say! Hoodies. Sweatpants. Leggings worn as pants but not to the gym! Now while I'll cop to owning and wearing a few of these items, I kept them in the house people! Admittedly, they may have made some hung-over coffee trips, but that's it!! Really! Anyways, the point is, I wanna see people dress up!! Sorry for all the exclamation points, but I cant help but get a little heated when I think about all the sweet little gems hanging in my closet just waiting their turn to be worn. Some people neglect these cries for attention! I'm telling you, if going to school to expand your brainz/become an intellectual wizard isn't an occasion to get dressed up for, I don't know what is.
That being said, I tend to lean towards the over-zealous when it comes to dressing on a day to day basis. If I had to give it (and by it I mean my style, referred to as such because of its tendency to take on a life of its own) a single descriptive title it might be something along the lines of high-waisted hippie cum 70s-bed-headed rock n roll love child. Yeah. I would hope that such a title would imply my love of anything and everything high-waisted (duh), made of suede or silk, vested, flared, rust and camel colored, fur embellished/collared etc. Preferably of a floaty (a tricky synonym for baggy I like to use) silhouette. I never met a platform or leather boot I didn't like and no I didn't brush my hair this morning!! Just kidding. All jokes aside, the jean legging is a torture device designed by silly (read: scary) people who don’t like to eat, and for now I'm stickin with maxi skirts and silk pajama pants so wide people ask if I'm wearing a blanket on my lap in class. Seriously.
Why, you may ask, do I feel compelled to spread my own suspiciously schizophrenic personal style (if you could call it that) out into the already overcrowded and rather polluted fashion blogosphere?? I will tell you my reasons now*. Living and going to college in LA one experiences the uniquely ridiculous phenomena of “collegiate style” and designer slacker-wear. Yes, slacker-wear I say! Hoodies. Sweatpants. Leggings worn as pants but not to the gym! Now while I'll cop to owning and wearing a few of these items, I kept them in the house people! Admittedly, they may have made some hung-over coffee trips, but that's it!! Really! Anyways, the point is, I wanna see people dress up!! Sorry for all the exclamation points, but I cant help but get a little heated when I think about all the sweet little gems hanging in my closet just waiting their turn to be worn. Some people neglect these cries for attention! I'm telling you, if going to school to expand your brainz/become an intellectual wizard isn't an occasion to get dressed up for, I don't know what is.
That being said, I tend to lean towards the over-zealous when it comes to dressing on a day to day basis. If I had to give it (and by it I mean my style, referred to as such because of its tendency to take on a life of its own) a single descriptive title it might be something along the lines of high-waisted hippie cum 70s-bed-headed rock n roll love child. Yeah. I would hope that such a title would imply my love of anything and everything high-waisted (duh), made of suede or silk, vested, flared, rust and camel colored, fur embellished/collared etc. Preferably of a floaty (a tricky synonym for baggy I like to use) silhouette. I never met a platform or leather boot I didn't like and no I didn't brush my hair this morning!! Just kidding. All jokes aside, the jean legging is a torture device designed by silly (read: scary) people who don’t like to eat, and for now I'm stickin with maxi skirts and silk pajama pants so wide people ask if I'm wearing a blanket on my lap in class. Seriously.
I don't take myself very seriously and neither should you. Seriously.
*I mostly was hoping to justify a crippling shopping addiction. Just kidding! But seriously.
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