I’m in the process of coming to terms with the idea that I have minor social issues. Being around groups of people who I have never met before and am expected to interact with makes me nervous to the point where I experience anxiety that physically makes me feel ill. I spent 2 years doing theatre and speech which has helped my social skills to a point and have taught me how to interact with an ‘audience’ and among my peers but at the end of the day, I still suffer anxiety from social interactions with strangers, which is part of my motivation for getting dressed everyday. I find wearing certain clothes comforting. I feel powerful in certain outfits or wearing certain pieces that embody a different character.
When I put on a floral headband I am no longer Olive the Scared who feels need to shy away from all social interaction; I become Olive the Woodland Creature who only shies away from some social interaction and is able to try to put effort into being around others. Clothes aren’t a cure all or an end all but they are the change of perspective that can make or break me in my abilities to perform certain tasks. They give me the power to move forward in life and try new things. All I need is clothes, time, patience, and a couple of breathing techniques. 🙂
We should all just refer to this as another installment of Olive trying to be edgy. That’s right. I went there. I went out and bought myself an almost leather skirt (I really have no idea what this fabric is called) in hopes of reaching my childhood goal of being cool and edgy. Of course, I’m too lame to actually be any of these, hence the lace blazer and bright floral sneakers, so this was really just me dipping my toes into the kiddie pool of edginess. All in all, this was just a taste of edge.
I’ve had a pretty busy time this January, starting with trying to figure out this whole “school” thing again (it only takes a couple of weeks to forget how much of a pain an education can be – that being said, I do enjoy learning.) Then, after only being back for about a week, I found out my regional HOSA competition was coming up, so I rushed to buy my very first suit (which will be seen in a later post.) The most spectacular news, though, is that I won 1st place in my event! So, I said to myself, ‘self, what is a better way to celebrate winning something for the first time in your life than to create a random weekend post?’ and my self said back ‘nothing.’ Thus here we are.
Hello everyone! And by hello, I actually mean goodnight since it’s dark outside where I live right now (the joys of winter). I wish I could have posted this earlier but I was having internet issues (I have IE9 and need to upgrade to be able to continue using WordPress to the max). Regardless, here is my outfit from Thanksgiving (I decided to get a little fancy). I went lace on lace because I sweet like a cupcake.
When you try to get in an argument of wits with a kid who you have a couple of years of schooling on, you have a problem. When you bring ACT scores into said argument, you should realize that you really need to step back and re-evaluate your life. When you realize that the both of you are comparing ACT scores that you made over a year ago (especially when over a year ago meant age 12 for the other party), you really need to be slapped. I promise I’m not a pretentious jerk who puts too much value in intelligence and test scores that won’t even matter 10 years along the line. The only problem with that promise is…I kind of am. Oh well, if I’m a pretentious jerk, at least I’m a finely dressed pretentious jerk. Though, I suppose I kind of reason to be snobby when I can trick people into thinking they’re seeing a lot more leg than is really there. Beware: This skirt turns me into a cold-hearted magician.
And now my 10 minute nail art from last week! It reminds me of crucifixes and Latin (don’t try to figure out the relation-it only makes sense in a brain that runs on Vitamin Water).
Well, I’m glad I can finally be over my first post awkwardness in order to actually present some better quality stuff. And by better quality, I really just mean the actual outfit (because the picture quality isn’t anything brag worthy), rather than the Polyvore set recreation, because while Polyvore sets may be lovely, they don’t allow much freedom to represent the multitude of uses the items within my closet hold.
Now that I’ve got all that babble out the way, lets move onto the actual outfit with my DIY-ed lace trim skinnies. They represent everything good that can come from having too much time on your hands and no friends that wish to talk to you.
Excuse the inconsistency of my camera work and my monotonous facial expression. Photography isn’t my forte and I literally only have about 7 different facial expressions (and half of them look the same). Now, I must attend to a pile of moldy Tupperware containers from cleaning my fridge. Wish me luck as I spend the next half hour wondering if the items in there are mangos (though I don’t recall buying any of those) or chicken strips (which I don’t recall purchasing either). 🙂