sweater- Everlane, pants- thrifted, boots- Everlane
Lately my inner monologue as I get dressed goes something like this:
Pink sweater? Ooh, cool. And you know what would look great with that? Pink pants. Yeah, that’s great. Let’s add pink shoes too. And socks. And maybe a scrunchie in pink too. Super subtle, super cool.
I’m dressing like a five year old whose only concept of the color wheel is that what goes best with one color is just a different shade of the same color.
Guess that’s just how it’s going to be around here.
sweater- Everlane, pants- thrifted, boots- Everlane
Sometimes I look at my crew necks and think “this would just be a lot better if it covered my neck.” Because it’s not enough to be covered from collarbone to wrist. I want that full, chin to midpalm cover that only a great turtleneck sweater can provide. It’s warmer. It’s more practical (layering can get weird with a crew neck). It gives me something to tuck my split ends into, or half of my face if I do something embarrassing. A turtleneck is like a portable safety blanket, designed to cuddle and coddle its wearer. This one is a wool cashmere one, meaning it’s both extra warm and stiff enough to really cover up my whole entire neck. Plus, it’s the ultimate après-ski sweater, perfect for sitting by the fire and feeling outdoors-y while looking J Crew catalogue-y. And no neck monster-y.
sweater- J. Crew, jeans- thrifted, shoes- Everlane
Back to the land of academia. Back to books. Over winter break I read a couple: Silas Marner (good), Flow (meditational), The Female Persuasion (loved the start, meh for the rest), The Rules Do Not Apply (love), Chronicle of a Death Foretold (!!!), Hannah Green and Her Unfeasibly Mundane Existence (devilish). Now it’s back to economics textbooks and Tolstoy.
What have you been reading lately?
So I survived my first semester!
As this post is being published, I’m on a bus back down to Boston, where I’ll take the red line from South Station out to Harvard Square. Just as I didn’t know what was in store for me the first time I left for college, I don’t know what’s down the road for second semester.
Traditionally I’ve set sartorial resolutions on this blog. They’ve ranged from never wearing the same outfit to school twice (I did this for four years straight) to quitting outfit envy to wearing only clothing I truly find inspiring. This year, the new year passed and I didn’t make style resolutions. I thought about writing a post, thought about setting fashion goals, thought about it all and then let it slide.
Maybe next year.
It’s not for lack of passion. I still like clothing, like style, like fashion. I still love to write and post here. But I don’t have any new resolutions to set. The guidelines that I’ve tried to set for myself are working. I’ve stopped impulse shopping, and stopped buying things that are almost, but not quite right. I’m consuming much less fast fashion, wearing fewer synthetics, spending less and doing more need versus want based shopping. I’m absolutely not perfect, and have a long way to go before I make it to perfect consumption. But I feel good about where I’m at style-wise, and like my goals are already clearly defined.
This all ties into my guiding principal for this year. Though I have some individual goals (learn to bake bread, actually keep up with fashion week proceedings, drink more water), my guiding principal for this year is the word bloom. I’m not trying to do a total 180, to change myself overnight. Rather, I want to take what I already am and grow and change towards a better self, allowing time for self reflection and recovery. Being at college, surrounding myself with smart and interesting people and living away from home all force change, one way or another. I want to embrace that change in a responsible way, never expecting results all at once but acknowledging that it takes time for life to happen.
So, here’s to second semester. Here’s to hard work and big fun and doing scary and wonderful things. Here’s to blooming.
When you’re a kid, going to a party means wearing either clothes you can get cake on or clothes that you would wear to sit for a 1950’s family portrait. When you’re a teen, it means wearing shoes people can step on and a jacket that can get lost in some frat basement. But with adulthood comes complications, and nothing is more complicated than the ambiguous “cocktail attire”. What’s a girl to do? Even though I’m not technically of cocktail age, cocktail party clothing doesn’t require an ID. Read on for some tips on how to nail the perfect party look.
- Check the invite in the off chance that the perfect outfit formula will be printed on the back. When it’s not, consider the season, the venue and time of day of the fiesta. Plus, if the invite was over email, it’s probably a less fancy party than one with a calligraphied invitation. Also be sure to RSVP, because the least fashionable thing is to show up unannounced.
- Consider the LBD. It’s appropriate for every season, every event, yada yada yada. In the summer, a lighter fabric is in order, while in winter, velvet and brocade reign supreme. With an LBD, it’s all about the styling. Necklaces, statement earrings, big rings and barrettes (for a look at some serious bling, click here) can all help to refresh a simple dress. My personal favorite option is a pair of wild shoes.
- If you decide to reject the LBD on the grounds that you think can do better and it’s worth it to at least consider another option, try literally any other dress (unless you have a really really perfect LBD and/or are terrified of spilling drinks on yourself and always wear black to protect against that eventuality). But if you’re anything like me, this is the moment you’ll realize you don’t own any non-black dresses. Resolve to fix that and look for other options.
- Try a suit. After all, the guys at the party will wear one, so why shouldn’t you? A dark suit if you’re looking for something sleek, a brighter one if you want to stand out a little more. An unbuttoned silk shirt underneath always looks chic, or a lacy cami for a more feminine take. If Hillary can do a pantsuit, so can you.
- Reject the pantsuit because you maybe look a little too much like Hillary. Save the pants and go for a blouse or button down up top. Add some dangly earrings and a swipe of lipstick. With a more masculine outfit, heels never go amiss to make the look a little more girly. Don’t be afraid to play with a little color. I’m a big fan of neutral colors, but pull a Samantha Jones and get some color up in there.
- Wonder whether or not you’re actually pulling off your outfit and probably end up in an LBD. C’est la vie.
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