As much as I love fashion and creating new outfits, there is one thing about the whole process that always deters me.. shopping. I realize the logic behind this doesn't make much sense as I love getting new clothes. But it is the physical action of shopping that makes my head begin to pulse–hot and heavy with blood. It is the walking, the way that the mirrors and lighting in the dressing rooms always make you look five pounds heavier and sickly pale, the ever-so-kind-but-oh-so-irritating salesperson who is always trailing your beeline path like a hawk, the hangers, the sizes that hurt your eyes, and the decisions–oh, the decisions. The decisions that leave you contemplating for seconds that turn into minutes and then soon enough the store is closing and you still haven't decided between a green jacket and yet another green jacket. I approach a day at the mall the same way I approach long distance running. I carbo-load the night before, do some warm-up quick changes in preparation for the dressing rooms, make sure I'm hitting the shops at a steady pace to ensure I get everything done efficiently and in a timely manner, and above all else, I take on the feat with same sort of just-got-to-get-it-over-with mindset. However the process of shopping itself is much like a five act play. Act One finds me light-of-heart and fresh; I bound into the nearest store with the confidence that I'll walk back out in a matter of twenty minutes or so with exactly what I need. In Act Two, my bright dreams are dimmed as I approach my fifth store still empty-handed. In the third act of my day at the mall, I am suddenly rejuvenated and I bounce from rack to rack, attempting to carry my weight in fabric. The curtain lifts to reveal me curled in the fetal position on the floor of a dusty dressing room. My failed attempts of success crumpled and strewn around me like used paper napkins as I am too hypoglycemic to replace them onto their proper hangers. The final act–Act Five–always goes one of two ways: either I drag myself empty-handed and starving back to my car to cry about my inability to look good in anything–the worst of all tragedies. Or this play suddenly becomes a comedy as I find what it was I had come for in a matter of seconds and laugh to myself about the meltdowns that have now become a thing of the past. Regardless of the final outcome of my day at the mall, I always leave feeling like an old worn sweater; one that is in need of a wash and requires a good nine days before being worn again.
Follow me into the woods little flower child..
Shirt: Tilly's, Shorts: Forever 21, Jacket: Forever 21, Socks: Rite Aid, Shoes: Aldo
Today's outfit features a new shirt that I bought during my excursion at the mall today. It is a black tank top with a printed yellow sunflower that I found when I was trying to help my friend put together a "Siena-worthy" outfit for her. I paired the top with my denim shorts from Forever 21 and green jacket (also Forever 21). I chose my black heeled boots and black sheer knee-socks to compliment the black in the shirt. I liked this outfit today because it balanced my softer style with my more edgy style. While there are many days that I dress bohemian and soft and many days when my style is more vintage and edgy, there are rather few days when I combine the two styles. I feel today's outfit did a good job mixing the two styles–giving my usual bohemian look a harder edge–darker.
Here is a little poem I wrote on Tuesday that I wanted to share. Still working on the rest of it, but I hope you enjoy this excerpt:
You are my thoughts when I am not
Thinking–and thinking of you again and–
Again my heart plays the theft
Still–When your eyes,
Your smile,
Your words,
Your touch,
Are all gone.
A while?
Now love is all that’s left.
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Keep on keeping on. Until tomorrow... you know.
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