Skin-Tight

I think I have a thing for emulating the style cues of librarians. Maybe a bit more of an approachable, stylish, youthful and suggestive librarian, but a book enthusiasts none the less. But then again maybe it's just the glasses...

Trilogy of Stretchy Pants

Raise you're hand if you feel like giving up on looking cute when it gets cold. Good, I'm not the only one.

My affliction for leggings is a complicated one. For so long, I had this fixation against them for assuming the role of a Basic B when most often drawn from black polyester textile and embroidered with upside down "U's" on the lower back. But times have changed, consequently temperatures too have changed, so I've found myself in sort of a polyester pant rut.

But leggings don't have to be boring, nor predictable, nor predominately black. Insert three ways to be cute, comfortable and minutely more dynamic in your wardrobe choices via the garment you most love to hate: leggings. 

More Frills, Please .

Q: What do you get the girl who doesn't necessarily have everything,  but at the same time, doesn't really need anything?

A: Socks.

Scream Chistmas

It wasn't until shortly after I photographed this outfit that I realized I should have opted for a more objective approach to holiday dressing, but alas, here we are. Ornaments hanging from my earlobes, legs adorned in red velvet, cardigan woven with flecks of gold and silver, my outfits all but screams
 "ILY Christmas" followed by several Christian holiday themed emojis.

Teenage Rebellion

Look look look! I have yet again gone under the "knife" to puncture holes in my ear for the sake of looking cool and mod and edgyyy. As part of my celebratory 17 years and 46 days on this wonderful planet called Earth, I received the unique ability to go see Gone Girl– or better yet Horrible Bosses 2!–without the accompaniment of a parent or legal guardian, the right to legally drive past the 10 pm curfew, and a $60 gift card to pierce my tragus with the supervision of a consenting adult.

It's safe to say that this past birthday, was a banger.

When it Works

Use it until it conceivably, doesn't. It's a rule of thumb applicable in most any situation: relationships, Quiznos orders, and now, your choice in attire. As they often say, if it ain't broke, don't fix it.

And, so I did– or rather didn't– do just that.

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.

Picture Day

Congrats! You survived! Only 35 more weeks until summa two-kay-one-five!

Tip from the wise and "soon to be" graduating: don't hold your breath sweetheart, you've got a longgg way to go. And what better to pass the time than with innately Autumn pieces like moderately cropped sweaters and pleathery skirts–with bare, unshaven legs I might add * wink wink*. 

BTS BS

Welcome back bitches.

That is, back to web paradise, back to this url, and– best of all–BACK 2 SKEWL!

So what are you going to wear? A plastic bag, a gorilla suit, or last year's soccer sweats to achieve that "idgaf but I really do gaf about my eduction" air. Or do you go all out, sporting the new sneaks, jeans and blouse you bought with your mom Labor Day weekend.

At a loss? Let me help.

A Farewell Address

The nights cooler, Havianas rotated to the back of closet, Scandal Fall return date set in order, composition notebooks and Papermate pens lay strewn across the bedroom floor: the school year is upon us. 

Depending on where you reside, Summer 2k14 has left or is making moves toward leaving building. But before it makes like an absentee parent and peaces out for another 12 months, I would just like to personally express my thanks to the ultimate high point of the season. If you guessed those glorious two weeks in the parra, parra paradise that is Playa del Carmen, Mexico or even that one hazy night with my true love Drake Aubrey Graham alongside Lil Wayne, you we're dead wrong; and really don't know me at all for that matter. 

Shout out to the single most dependable item of clothing I may have ever owned. The crop top, of course.

Pre-fall

Ready or not, here it comes. Not to be cynical or anything, but my "Summer"ends in exactly 26 days. And counting. With that in mind, I present you with none other than pants, *gasp*.

It's been a while since the nether regions of you arse have been fully clothed–and sure, transitioning into cooler months may be more easily said then done–but, today we provide you with that much need jolt to your own stylist fervor to get you and your bum prepped for the avenging Autumn Abyss and it's good friend Polar Vortex Jr.

Stereotypical Summer

Midriff bearing top, check. Cross body bag not strewn across my body, check. Coachella-y, aztec-y skirt, check. Sneakers because you're in between Flirty Fresh and Indie Chic on Seventeen Magazines crosswords to pin pointing your summer style, checkkk.

Work Inappropriate

To be exact, all the misgivings of an outfit that disassembled should be appropriate in a work type setting, but together, are not. A practice at the very core of my self-ascertained "unconventional" and "individualistic" choice in dress. 

Please, read on.

The Art of Repurposing

The key to life: Layers. We can make any outfit, couch or flat hairstyle that much better with the careful addition of an extra layer of love. Be it a particular fur lined parka on sale at ASOS, an embroidered throw or face framing cut, repurposing is essential to making the things we hold dearest to our temporal hearts, endure.

Take this 70s actually–non-fraudulent–vintage dress I wore once to a Quincinera. I heart this dress. More than you even know. All by it's lonesome, 2nd hour Biology just wouldn't do this dress justice. nor would it be deserving of storage in a dusty, 19th century locker during 4th hour Aerobics. Enter the craft of repurposing.

Emphasis on the craft.

Because Weather

We've been over this before. Rain, hail, sleet, SNOW, they each offer pretty severe consequence on how we adorn our extremities in preparation for the great outdoors. But it is only now becoming apparent that the sunshower phenomena is becoming much less of a phenomenal occurrence.

For Birks

You got it! This is that cliche "Birkenstocks are the New Summer Sandal" post from your favorite wannabe blogger. I'm back, better than ever, and presumably wearing purple snakeskin Birkenstocks.

I imagine you guys (as in my small but ever-expanding fan base) have stumbled across some iteration of this discourse restating the awesomeness and comfort of the fugly shoes adorning my feet, but what's one more time– for good measure.

Prom Edition

Depending on where you live, prom is either on the horizon, receding from it or isn't too familiar with this Americanized cultural pastime culminating to the final days as a secondary schooler. It's fun, it's really sad and has potential to be costly.

Being amidst the full swing of prom season and having so casully been friends with upper-upperclassmen attending this coming of age event, the question of "what to wear to prom" has gained a top spot among modern day conversation starters only second to "Crazy weather we're having, eh?" and " I like your braces?" ( no joke, this actually happened to me today).

Unfortunately, I'm not going to prom so such outfitting won't yet be on my radar for another 363 days, but since it's soo much closer than the facts may suggest and I literally can't stand the thought of  procrastination on this firtuous occasion, I started planning ahead.

I present  Is Everyone Pronouncing My Name Wrong? (And Other Misspellings): Prom Edition– the title may be subject to copyright infringement law, so we're still working the details out:

Good Thing Gone Bad

Have you ever done something remotely artistic and you're doing your thing all in the zone and you get to a point where you're like, "Yeah, this isn't so painful to look at". And then, you reach a choice: to add on or to not add on that extra squiggle, paint stoke or stitch. Ultimately, you do it. Followed by almost instant regret. There are no loop holes, neither do overs; you are, in fact, screwed.

Take that analogy and then apply it to my characteristically dysfunctional habits of dressing every morning for the past 16 years and 7 months. And then take that analogy and more directly apply it to the manifestation of this outfit here below.

I'm aware. I probably took it 6 steps too far, but what's done is done. Spare me though, and together let's pretend that I don't look too like to a hipster try-hard.

Girls Love Beyonce

Lemme' lemme' updrade ya'. And by "ya" I mean me, and by "me'" I mean this suuper simple outfit that is boring me to tears as we speak. In the deftly crafted Instagram gibberish of my fashion idol and most RIHcent CFDA style icon @badgalriri: this outfit, is basic.

But now I'm cross referencing two saintly vocal and style goddesses and even getting myself confused. The point is, this outfit can likely take two routes in the imminent and innate layering that is to follow. You might even characterize one outfit as more consistent with the fashions of Bey while the other more Rihannaesqe...

Just kidding that's a lie, these two women are ten times more fabulous than I'll ever be.

Updated & Outdated

Let's skip the the bullshit and get down to it. Today, it snowed. Might I add that it was just yesterday that I wore a pleather skirt with bare legs, my unshaven leg hairs blowing in the brazen high 68º winds. Mother nature, why do you lie to me like that, why.

But, in lieu of the happy memories resurfacing of the grand times me, my bare legs and that $16.00 Zara navy crop sweater I scored last week in New York (woo-friggen-hoo), I have chosen to take the road less traveled. Yes, the road of optimistic and opportunistic avail. Which is why I have risen above and viewed this "delay" in advent of warmer months as only a minor setback, if even opportunity to wear a suit...of sorts.