You know that advice about living life with no regrets? That’s one of those things that’s far easier in theory than practice…
THE STORY
…especially in regard to fashion. Need convincing? Allow me to present Exhibit A:
Um, ya. First of all, in my defense, I did not choose the hideous romper at the far right. Even then, I was a little fashion rebel; no sailor bow for me, no way, no how. I may have been six, but I knew tying that bow was overkill with the nautical braid around the neckline, so one side hung down the front and the other was tossed jauntily over my shoulder. And don’t even get me started on the bowl cut with the crooked bangs. My hair had been almost to my little bum until my grandma came at me like Edward Scissorhands pruning a hedge while trippin’ on acid. See why I have an aversion to both rompers and short hair? Now how about that shift dress in the middle? Not bad if you ignore the fact it’s about five inches too short. And bonus points for rockin’ a mini arm party before it was cool.
Last but not least, and earning a paragraph all to itself, I give you the 70’s prostitot look; sadly the one look I can take full credit for putting together all by myself. Let’s just pretend I was on my way to audition for the role Jodie Foster stole from me in “Taxi Driver” shall we? Can I just tell you that I spend a good part of my summer berating the fashion choices of any number of little girls who parade past my house on a daily basis in teeny tiny bootie shorts and camis with no bras. They look like they’re on their way to a shift at the local truck stop…hence, prostitot. So imagine my horror when my cousin sent me this shot from a family reunion back in the dark ages and I discovered that yes, I too was a prostitot. And on a final note, you’ll notice that even as a child I had that same smart ass smirk on my face that you still see today. See why I rarely smile in my blog shots? It’s in my genetic code. Baby, I was born this way.
Wow, did this story go off the rails. My point originally was the Pink Floyd tee. I saw Floyd several times in my depraved youth and not once did it enter my mind to pick up a concert tee. C’mon, I was at a Pink Floyd concert, I had other things on my mind. Had I known then that I would one day be doing the fashion blogging thing (yaaa….were there even computers then?) I would’ve picked one up. Same goes for Madonna and Eddie Money. Yes, I had rather schizophrenic musical taste. Don’t judge. I was simply well rounded.
THE OUTFIT
Is there a more outdated fashion rule than “don’t wear white after Labor Day”? Of course most fashion rules are outdated in my opinion, but I definitely wear white all year. And finally I found the perfect fitted white blazer. I have a great loose fit version, but I needed one with a more fitted look. When I found this one, which by the way is on sale at the moment, I snapped it up in four of the five colors. Ya, I’m crazy like that. But hey, if something works, it works.
“FINALLY I FOUND THE PERFECT WHITE BLAZER…”
Because it simply will not do to wear a graphic tee without dressing it up, I paired it with the white blazer, some bling and nude Mary Jane’s. My only fashion regret here is…my Floyd tee isn’t authentic.
THE TIP
When you’re on vacation or at a special event like a concert, think about picking up a tee or maybe some fabulous jewelry or accessories. Not only will you give yourself some unique styling options, you’ll also have some great memories each time you wear it.
“WHEN YOU’RE ON A TRIP OR AT A SPECIAL EVENT PICK UP A TEE TO GIVE YOURSELF BOTH UNIQUE STYLING OPTIONS AND MEMORIES…”
LINK UPS
Check out the weekly link ups I participate in for even more style ideas…
Blazer: JCPenney; Tee: Target (Similar); Shoes: Amazon (also at Kohl’s); Jeans: GAP via Poshmark
