I'm going through this phase in my clothing and accessory purchasing. It's a purple phase. I'm in love with plums, berries, grapes, lavenders, if it even says purple in the name, I like it. I'm not sure where this came from, but I'm excited to start pairing them up with some gorgeous oranges and blues. Green is always good, but I can't seem to find any green around here that I can stand. Most of it reminds me of what I found in my cousin's daughter's diaper when I was babysitting one time.
However, according to Vogue, the big fall trend is supposed to be black, red, and white graphic print. That might be what's hot on the runway, but for every day street wear, it's my personal belief that women will be looking to jewel tones for fall refreshers. Deep emeralds, brilliant rubies, even the occasional yellow diamond. It's all there, on display at the local boutique, and even some in my closet.
There's another trend that's coming back full-force that absolutely thrills me to no end: 1950's glamour. I see it everywhere, and even the 40's are seeping in. It makes me want to get a credit card just for the dresses and pumps alone.
The one trend that I'm not a fan of, however, is the kitten heel. Come on, ladies. Have we really stooped that low that we can't pull of a comfortable 2 inch? Besides, what's the point of beauty if there isn't a little pain involved? I'm going to try out a semi-kitten heel, however. It's a gorgeous pair of peep-toe mixed materials in red that I got, and the heel is no more than an inch, but just low enough to be mistaken for a kitten. If it wasn't for the red crocodile, I don't think they would have made the cut. I'll be leaving a report as soon as possible. Until then, don't be afraid to get a little purple with it.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Well, freshman year of college has come and gone, and sophomore year is fast approaching. I am to enter this coming school year with a bittersweet attitude. I can't find my little corner of school, my little pocket of ability. I seem to know for the most part what I want out of a career. But there's nothing here to give it to me. Ah well, enough of the b*tching.
Traveling is fantastic. I think I could really be happy just flying all over the world and seeing the sights. I can't wait to go back to Paris. I can't wait to get to Egypt and Rome and Florence and Madrid and London and Moscow... I know how to get there too, I think. I just need a successful career in magazines or fashion or reporting. Let me at it!
This new job I've got will really be giving me a leg up, too, I think. I mean, City Hall? That looks awesome on any resume. I've just got to get the degree to go with it. Hopefully I can get the job at the college newspaper too, even if it's horrendous. At least it will look good on a resume as well.
At the end of all this, I'd like to say two things. One, I'm glad I don't have the distraction of a boy right now. Boys around here, they just want to screw girls or get married and have little house cleaning baby machines. I'm not up for either of those last two things at the moment. The second is, I've finally found my style: retro classic mixed with 21st century chic. That's probably the more important of the two. A girl's style is the most important thing she can have, because it never leaves her and it's always a mood pick-me-up.
So just remember, girls, if the shoe fits, buy it and keep the box for storage.