When Coming Home

Congratulations, you've survived your first month of school. For your next challenge, you must craft the perfect homecoming outfit, striking the tricky–yet, feasible–balance between slutty, cool and effortless*. For the gal pals out there who place tangible value on versatility and ultimately the unique ability to stretch a dollar (or the lowly $5 bill in my piggy bank),  Reduce, Reuse and Recycle may just be your best strategy to take on this homecoming season.

Really, I encourage you to read on.

*word from the wise: anyone who says that they just " threw this together" is a bold-faced liar– I for one being among those lairs.

REDUCE the amount of money you spend on the outfit overall by maximizing the contents of your closet. In hindsight this portion of the mantra should be saved for the end to in effect sum up the the function of reuse and recycle, but I imagine you get the point. For the less informed, high school homecomings are in fact a three hour stretch of time spent in a sweaty, dirty gym. Be smart with your money, save that extra $100 and put it to good use; for example, by starting a prom dress fund.

 

REUSE even the most simple garments in the most unconventional of ways. I've become infamous for my predilection toward wearing t-shirts backwards. I never really saw the necessity in purchasing plain graphic-deprived tanks and tees. So, I wore the shirts I already had, backwards. Hence the seemingly "plain" heather grey tee underneath my spaghetti strap dress. It adds mystery, dimension and a much needed layer of love in these bitter Autumn nights.

ASOS tee, Issac Mizrahi Vintage dress, Mural floral biker jacket & Zara heels

RECYCLE the contents of your hoarding mother's closet. For instance, this dress. Being the devout humanitarian I am, I saved this dress from the imminent wreckage of life on a hanger at some local Goodwill, one such incapable of the kind of love it deserved. The journey of a dress: from the trenches of the trash bin, to my closet, and now ill-fittingly draped across my own body. It's a little flirty, a little rough around the edges, and a whole lot of free. Cha. Ching.

Besides the nonsense and rambling of the before mentioned, it's most important to dress 4 yoself. There's truly no such experience more grounding than showing up in the same $90 Free People embroidered dress or Bebe bandage skirt as three other girls. Aoid the trauma at all costs by saving your money and dreaming up an outfit that best fits you. Whether you find comfort in faux Herve Leger or renditions of a witch costume from years past, I'm surely not judging.

But then again, that too is a lie because I do already have plans to spend the entire following Sunday silently passing judgment from the safety of my bedsheets and laptop screen.


I'm sorry?