So Christmas is over, and Boxing Day is almost over. Hope both days were wonderful for all. I spent my Christmas watching Miracle on 34th St and reading old Jane magazines.
As to Boxing Day, no, I did not go out and shop. As I still (unfortunately) work retail, I worked today. Honestly, I'd love to quit, but I'm flat out broke and unable (or lazy.. shh) to find another job.
But job woes aside, I might venture out tomorrow and grab a few things. And on my list:
-silk tie-neck blouse
-simple black dress
-black mary-jane heels
And yes, the list is short. But I really don't feel like participating in the biggest consumer orgy of the year, not after selling sellling selling selling product today for 9 hours. I'll most likely hit up my favourite vintage store of all time, TrueValue Vintage.
Fashion from a highschooler's perspective. That is all.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
I've always been typecast as the nice, quiet girl, straight-A student. You know, the one who always follows instructions and spends all hours of the day studying.. or something.
Well, my dear friends, it is time that I shed that title. A revelation came to me today. Midway through writing my Socials exam, I realized that.. I didn't really give half a shit what mark I got, or whether I bomb it or if I even knew the stuff. (Okay, I admit, given that the test was on Canada's economy in the 20s, it might that be that big of a revelation. But I digress.)
But- the rebelling (on the inside.. it's what counts right??) didn't start there. It actually started this morning. I had bought a beautiful black eyelet dress from H&M early September, and never had a chance to wear it for a fashion show and tell. Every morning I'd look at it in my closet, all sad and forlorn, looking like a beautiful princess trapped in a tower. So this morning I decided, what the heck, I'll give it a whirl.
Eyelet in winter is totally acceptable.
Also, on the rainboots- I haven't worn those rain boots since every freaking single girl started wearing them. But they're so damn useful. So don't call me a hypocrite please.