i am not a big fan of business dressing. this is something that needs to be put out there, because i happen to be in the business school at my college and business attire is normal. for someone like me, who likes to spice up an outfit with jewelry or a bright lip, a black pantsuit makes me feel way too restricted. the other day i was trying to figure out an outfit for two upcoming events i have to go.. one of them is the her campus national conference and the other is a rent the runway speaking event. back at georgetown i’m one the girls in charge of the best team (in my opinion), and i’m a blogger for their network too, so obviously i amgoing to attend (the sunday conference is open to readers, so jump on that ladies!)… before i get off track (which i already am), the dress code for these events is what made me even more excited. instead of business or business casual, it’s “business chic”, and that is something i can work with. so while i get ready for this upcoming weekend, i plan on imagining up more outfits than i could possibly wear… but to be all cheesy, a girl’s gotta dream, right?
for my internship i’ve been sticking to the same uniform: black skinny jeans, a nice shirt (or t-shirt if i know i’m going to get dirty), and ballet flats. luckily i love wearing all three of these things, so it’s been working out, but every once in a while i love dressing up. i’m not really feeling the possibility of ruining my clothes, so i tend to do that thing where i vicariously live through bloggers/plan out regular outfits for the weekend when it is totally unnecessary. for example, i am seeing the lumineers in a few weeks and i couldn’t be more excited… so like the insane person that i am, i’ve been planning out outfits in my head repeatedly. at this point, i’m up to outfit number three, but i know i won’t be settling for anything soon. at least i’m honest with myself..
there are certain ways to gauge whether or not i happen to be tired. some of the signs are: falling asleep in my 12.30 pm class, typing words that i thought were english but happen to be my own dialect (it’s not impressive, it’s discouraging..), dreaming about chai lattes, etc. the biggest indicator that i’m tired is my ability to get dressed. yes, get dressed. obviously i always put on clothes, but the amount of thought which i put into my outfits depends on how rested i feel. i may have an outfit idea the night before (which might make me feel like a fashion maverick), but as soon as i wake up the next morning, bright and early at 7 am, i find myself grumbling about the state of my life. next thing i know i’m grabbing a pair of workout leggings, flats, and a sweater. still acceptable, but not what i originally had planned. so i found a few photos which i will look to for comfy-chic class inspiration, but i plan on downplaying a few of the combinations… can’t get too ambitious, now can we?
the title of this post is probably the closest representation of my relationship with fashion. my love for clothes and my “obsessive tendency” of checking up on my favorite brands and fashion blogs could be considered a crime (in the terms of stalking/possible restraining orders against me from websites, which if they existed i would have)… the punishment is even worse: new arrivals or holiday collections. it doesn’t sound like a punishment, but it is. if i could (and i would) i’d spend ALL my money on clothes, but at least i have a bit of restraint, and i’ve gotten much better about impulse buying. my biggest tip is favoriting things you love and waiting to see how long you think about them… if you forget about them delete it from your bookmarks, if not get it or wait for a sale. now before i get off topic again, let’s talk about madewell’s newest arrivals. literal perfection. the combination of color, warm and cozy textures, plaid and printed patterns, comfy accessories, and most of all, glitter, has me freaking out. the following outfits are so lust-worthy and definitely have a pieces i may have already splurged on… (sorry that the trapper hat looks like the most amazing thing ever)