I always wondered whether or not I would ever come across another sweater that could match the American flag one I purchased last year. That sweater was everything I loved: bright, warm, acceptably oversized, and ostentatious enough to garner compliments from others without being obnoxious enough to make me feel uncomfortable in it. Then, out of the blue, I saw this sweater at Forever 21 and knew that this one could prove to be a new favorite despite the high standards my beloved had lay forth. The union of the black and white colors (which I combination I continue to be more than slightly infatuated with), the baroque pattern, and the funky twist from the sleeves left me smitten. It’s like I’m in love all over again and I fall in love with this sweater more and more everyday. Man, do I love a new sweater.
This probably one of the most festive-type outfits I’ve put together and it’s not even Christmas yet (the pressure is now on for me to one up myself)! I’m not typically one for mixing various patterns-which tends to be quite boring, but I can’t trust myself to get it right-but I just couldn’t resist with this outfit. Black and white outfits are my favorite and with a splash of a bold color like red…well, you’d better believe if I had the wardrobe to support it I’d be wearing it every other day.
On another note, my family and I have finally gotten around to putting up our tree (we usually put it up the day after Thanksgiving but it’s been cold and we’ve been collectively lazy) and I’m honestly still in love with the bow from last year. Angels and stars are definitely the more traditional way to go, but there’s something about giant bows that make the tree a present in itself.
I feel like I’m way too unpatriotic to have actual justification for my love of nearly anything with the American flag plastered over it. Unfortunately, when I saw this sweater while out shopping last week, it was just too much of a beauty to pass up on. It’s oversized, snuggly, and, despite the fact that I’m typically attracted to solid and/or simply patterned sweater, the print was incredibly enticing. I don’t know. Maybe I’ve changed. Maybe I’m going to start obsessing over ultra-American things and toss out my love for all things foreign like Benedict Cumberbatch and Battle Royale and Little Mix’s new song Move and Sherlock and Life with Derek and Le Portrait de Petit Cossette (really, just anime and manga in general here; I appreciate it all). Eh, probably not. My love for entertainment runs way too deep.
I had goals for this summer. I had goals that said that I would do more posts now that I didn’t have the excuse of being busy for 7 hours a day with school. I also had goals that included getting in shape. All these goals have awarded me is a camera full of photos for posts that I was too lazy to put up and a pair of gym shorts that I wore grocery shopping instead of to any fitness oriented area. I think I’m kind of winning the lottery at life right now.
It’s that time of the year again! Exam season (or, it is at least in my area)! You guys know what exams mean: a free pass to dress as comfy and bummish as you want without having to face criticism from everyone around you because ‘everybody’s doing it.’ Mind you that is a terrible excuse for doing anything, even something clothing related, but none-the-less, I dressed for comfort. I broke out one of my snuggliest sweaters and my trusty moccasins and tested until I could test no more! But don’t fret my friends! I rewarded myself with a nice long nap the moment it was over! 🙂
I’m already about 3 days into my spring break and so far my only accomplishments are doing some mild grocery shopping, eating chocolate, making some “art”, and re-watching the entirety of Black Butler. On the bright side, it has finally stopped snowing which means that I now find it safe enough to go out and take pictures! Perhaps I’ll even spend today outside for once. Or maybe not. Breaks have a tendency to turn me into a hermit.
This outfit is dedicated to the past week that has solely revolved around the concept of testing. What better way to celebrate the end of my stint of testing and the beginning of spring break than with an outfit that shows my younger self’s perception of a scholarly-type person? These outfits typically include some sort of smart sweater worn over top of a collared shirt and a clean white sock. As they say, when you look good you feel good, which means that when I dress smart I feel smart. Of course, feeling intelligent does not necessarily mean that I will suddenly become the level of intelligent that society expects me to be whenever they try to calculate my mind’s amount of retained information through the process of written tests, but, hey, you win some, you lose some.
“Hello Mother Nature” said the guy in my U.S. history class when I sat down next to him wearing my floral print jeans and new flower garnished hand band (one of two things that I bought while I was away at my competition) on Friday. Little did I know that if my life was a novel, that compliment could be considered foreshadowing seeing as Mother Nature showed up while I was at school because the temperature rose from the 30 something degrees it had been when I left to a very sunny 72. My sweater went from being functional and cozy to out of place and irritating while the headband went from being stylish to artistically functional.
February is Heart Disease Awareness Month, which was celebrated in my anatomy and physiology class through presentations on heart disease. What better thing to wear on a heart related presentation, than my new DIY heart print jeans? (Insert children cheering for my success here.) My presentation went quite well, in which I informed my peers that because 1 in 4 Americans die of heart disease and we’re a class of about 20 people, 5 of us will most likely kick the bucket from it. In true infomercial personality fashion, I moved onto the whole “but wait! there’s more!” section in which it was revealed that only about half of these deaths have the luxury of happening in a hospital. From this, we can all probably infer that it was a bit of a morbid presentation, but my lovely heart jeans kept the room beating with life (There’s a joke in here somewhere. It isn’t that funny.)