I've got a shaky hand for eyeliner, and a bad eye for matching colors. It's 2 p.m and I still haven't had my coffee. I shaved half my head because I couldn't stand the feeling of heaviness. I stole my girlfriend's plaid and furs, wear her vintage chains. It may be the first day since winter started that I've seen sunlight, and I may not see it again until spring.
"You often don't like things that show off your figure," my fiancee Lux said, and I suppose it's true. I feel most comfortable in structureless things that give me plenty of room to breathe. I can remember exactly what I was wearing when I saw her for the first time. We were both video game testers working on a triple AAA title when I walked into the closet-as-excuse-for-office that was the QA room. I had on a gray dress from lamixx, a floppy gray beanie, black leggings, and a gray hoodie with a butterfly on the back.
For a long time after that I was butterfly girl. Lux called me her "butterfly", and I felt safe in the cool colors of gray. Though I've branched out in the color department still then, I still favor the slouchy, the oversized, the monochrome, anything that will swallow my petite figure. I'm fascinated by the idea of geometry changing the shape of a person and the perception of the person. In my batwing cardigan at work I feel less like an object, and more like a professional. I am not so much my clothes there, but my function.
Faux fur is great to throw over the little black dress, like this multi-faceted one I got from American Apparel that be worn about a thousand different ways. It's a touch of glam, a touch of 'I don't give a fuck.' I'm a shy girl, and you've got to be bold to rock the fur. What better way to start practicing your confidence than tossing one on?
Faux Fur Coat from Ebay
In my illustriously long 24 years on earth, I have learned a precious few things:
Coffee is best enjoyed in a colorful mug with a witty saying, in the soft morning hours before I'm reminded of all the things I forgot to do yesterday.
Peplum is hot. So the boys don't like it, but you don't dress for the boys anyway, do you? And plaid isn't just for lumberjacks or Seattle grunge enthusiasts. Soft, wooly, and warm to keep you cozy.
Choies Plaid Peplum Top (Gifted)
My new "Little Black Dress" is the little black romper, a silky little number from Motel Rocks. I was worried about looking even more like a twelve year old than I already am, but the structure of the sleeves and the soft, satiny fabric makes it a more mature version of the classic elementary school. I've worn this three days in a row already, with chunky boots, heels, and soft cardigans. I could see myself wearing this with pearls, a big hat, funky sunglasses, and a fur coat. Actually, I think I'll go do that now.
Jeffrey Campbell Tardy-Lo Heels
American Apparel Leggings
I'm a bad beauty kind of girl. I scuff my shoes, get dirt and grass on my jeans, rip my t-shirts. One time I tore my new dress after getting into a drunken fight (I was young and stupid. Now I'm slightly younger, and slightly less stupid). I'm not good at taking care of my clothes, so I can't tell you the best way to store your leathers or treat your new suede. I got a white leather purse because I hate myself, and I've already spilled coffee on it. If I buy something, it either has to be durable or cheap, or I'm going to regret it. That means no more studs, mesh, or voluminous white dresses unless it's made of titanium or under $10. If I get boots, they're made for being dirty. If I buy a dress, it's made for. Your clothing should not only suit your needs and personality, but your ability to scrub out a stain or keep from tearing your layers of chiffon on a fence that you're climbing over. (Yes, I have done this.)
I recommend oxiclean to get the blood out, by the way.
Dress up like I'm going to the club, but sit on the roof instead. It's November, the start of my favorite month, where everything else slows down and I speed up. It's getting dark outside and I'm writing more, producing more, socializing more. It's time for me to get out of bed, because the sun has come down. This silky bomber jacket is perfect for sitting and smoking on roofs. Leather shorts and leggings mean you don't have to be swamped in big coats and heavy, thick pants even with winter approaching. Of course, no matter if you're partying or going to the grocery store, it's always appropriate to wear ridiculous spiky heels.
Jeffrey Campbell Spike Litas|Lazy Oaf Bomber Jacket|Nasty Gal Leather Shorts