After graduating from college and all that the mile-marker entails, I am trying to tone down the Forever 21 tutus and cat sweatshirt purchases and instead look for more job-friendly finds. Madewell’s sale section has become my go-to for grown-up-gal looks that suit both my style and my desire to look like a trustworthy, job-holding member of the adult world. I plan on this striped tunic dress being in constant rotation in my professional wardrobe—dressed up with a camel-colored blazer of course.
I don’t think I will ever own a skirt suit, unless it has polka-dots on it and I can wear it with a turtle-neck, cropped top. I’ve only really worn my plain black pumps to Christmas Eve Mass. And nude tights will never be in my winter repertoire. I think I will always show a bit of spunk in regards to grown-up clothes. I figure I have a good 20 years before I need nude tights to cover whatever leg blemishes you get post-children.
Also. What’s a semi-adult look without an exaggerated neon-blue cat-eye? Probably not work-friendly, but what really defines work-appropriate? Not neon? Ok.
Thanks Madewell, for always being on point with your casual, kind of adultish clothes. Keep up the good work.
[dress-madewell, scarf-madewell, shoes-nine west, bangle-madewell, watch-as0s]
Thanks, Daniel for the photos.
Turns out this is the most flattering thing I’ve ever put on my body. Girls, women, ladies: a-line midi-dresses are everything, despite their proverbial house-wife nature. Today I choose flattering shapes over sex appeal. But who am I kidding? Sex appeal rarely infiltrates my wardrobe decision-making. Leandra Medine is my soul sister.
Maybe I resemble June Cleaver, but I’d like to think the ASOS chain choker and BCBG black sandals would make it impossible for me to vacuum or cook a roast. Cheers to ’50s fashion and braided updos. Drinks are on me, because I’m definitely planning on wearing this for a night out. Maybe it can be a game. Let’s see how many drinks are purchased for the lady in a calf-baring, gingham dress and German school-girl braids. I like where this is going.
[dress-asos, choker-River Island, shoes-bcbg (old)]
Thanks, Daniel for the photos.
I can’t tell you the last time I put on a dress with frills or was able to put my hair in a top knot. I suppose this weekend was monumental. Zara is on point with their subtly feminine pieces and I figured I needed a for real LBD if I wanted to graduate college a real woman. And yes, if you don’t own a sexy-ish black dress then you aren’t a woman. Just kidding, you probably just like brighter colors or not conforming to predetermined fashion must-haves. And what’s an embroidered, leg revealing dress without beat up Chuck Taylor’s?
Probably elegant, but I am not about to host a party in heels. There are drinks to mix and strangers to entertain and I was not planning on tripping while doing so. Also, any tips for bras and backless dresses are appreciated. I ended up having to summon the courage of Hannah Horvath and hope detailed embroidery would work as chest armor once the AC came on.
As for the top knot, I about squealed upon discovering that the baby hairs at the bottom of my hairline almost gathered into one handful. With the help of 17 bobby pins, every hair on my greying head was neatly hair-sprayed to the side of my scalp with a few hairs to spare, creating a knot of sorts at my crown. Almost two years of pixie-growout and I am able to participate in the hair trends of 2012. One small step for my hair, one giant leap for my heart.
I think I’ve finally begun to shed my minimalistic looks of winter’s past to uncover my inner off-duty model look. I’m really feeling the whole grungy, tumblr, selfie-girl swag of Cara Delevigne and M. Cyrus. Yeah, swag. I said it. They always look so effortlessly chic. Probably effortless because they really do get out of bed at noon and roll into whatever predetermined lunch date their publicist recommends. Either way, they look good. The hair undone, the T-shirt knotted like they just don’t give a what. I’m digging it. Here’s my take.
P.S. Blogging isn’t at the top of my list these days, hence this lackadaisical post. I didn’t have time to dig through a thesaurus to find a cooler word for swag. Swag it is. You know, just trying to get graduated and find a job. Hire me?
[shirt-target, vest-river island (old), skirt-target, shoes-target]
If this pose doesn’t convince you to hire me, I’m not sure what else I can do.
Thanks, Austin for the photos.
There’s not much to say here. I’m in Tuscaloosa, Ala. Not New York. And it’s Fashion Week. So I’ll sit on this brick wall and sulk in my overalls, contrasting their proverbial farm-girl nature with a pair of Sam Edelman stilettos. The last time I wore these shoes was with my navy tutu—just goes to show you how versatile a pair of tortoise-shell stilettos are. Touche, Sam.
[top-madewell (similar here), overalls-uo, shoes-sam edelman]
Thank you, Daniel for the impromptu photo-shoot.
To the jeans with a nine-inch inseam,
Thank you for finding me. I searched high on the shelves of Madewell—overpriced, but probably sturdy, and still too much for me to pay for a pair of jeans. I searched low in the recesses Gap’s sale section. The fit too tight to claim to be my boyfriend’s jeans. You see, I wanted the saggy, the shredded, the “I took these right out of my boyfriend’s laundry hamper and cinched them just tight enough to rest on my hips with his belt” look. Alas, I have no boyfriend to comb through dirty clothes baskets and every pair of boyfriend jeans I’ve found seem like they’d suffocate my metaphorical boyfriend’s nether region. The boyfriend I’d steal clothes from does not wear the same jeans as me.
But I found them. Forever 21 has my back. I bought them three sizes “too big” they didn’t fit just the way I wanted. They are as unflattering as I had envisioned—saggy, frumpy, ragged—and they’re perfect.
[sweater-j.crew, jeans-forever21, boots-zara, bag-rm]