A couple of times per year, over my hoarder mother's protests, my closet undergoes a deep cleanse. While I'm working on limiting purchases to superstar versatile low cost-per-wear gems, sometimes I give into the temptation of sales and clever store display marketing (still working on self control- although things are slowly improving). I usually get it right with my purges, but sometimes, the occasional "I wish I still owned that" creeps in.
This hat is one of those items that almost had a sad ending. I fell in love with it the moment I first laid eyes on it- next to the 'half off on hats' sign. It was a sassy, Clueless fanatic match made in heaven...until I wore it to school one day and got an off-putting comment about it by the mid 30's douchy guy sitting next to me in econ. I should've known better than to want to take out my anger on the hat- after all, this was the same guy that suggested trying our best to get on our pregnant professor's nerves so she'll "pop the baby out faster and be gone." Yup.
I suppose this post is a sort of public apology to my beloved hat. Dearest beloved cozy piece of fabric, I apologize for nearly giving up on our friendship because of some dude that clearly doesn't understand your worth (or just general socially appropriate behaviors). I'm glad you weren't a part of my wardrobe purge and I'm glad I get to share you with the world today.
As for you, lovely reader- as usual, thank you for stopping by!
There's always that one shoe that will always have your heart- the one that brings you out of your laziness spell. The one you take the time to clean and fix when it starts falling apart. This shoe does't come around often, but when it hits you, it hits you well.
I got stung about 3 years ago on a school break, when a thrifting expedition with my then-roommate introduced these beauties into my life. She saw them as a reflection of me, passed them my way, and the rest is history.
They're the ones that have survived all the wardrobe cleanses and the college back-and-forth commotions. They're the loves of my life that I'll never give up on. So here's to them: the shoes that'll never fail to take my breath away.
Well here we are again, friends. It's the time to sit back, reflect on the past year, spew out some 'new year new me' mantras, and fall in love with motivation all over again. Above all, for a lover of clothes and blogging such as myself, it's the time to look back on a year's worth of outfits and appreciate the hits and misses of the past 12 months. Last year I started looking back from the perspective of my boyfriend and little brother. This year I'm taking out the boyfriend (didn't get to spend the holidays together) and working in my personal favorites. Little brother stays- it's actually a very involved process for him; even let out some tears when he couldn't narrow it down to 10 looks. Alas, he pulled through. Now onto the good stuff.