Sometimes getting dressed really gets the best of me. I love clothes so much, I love putting outfits together so much, I love trying new combinations so much that once in a while (like most days) I get a bit carried away. I want to layer, I want a tall sock, I want amazing jewelry, maybe even a scarf, I want textured tights and I want to mix prints and sometimes it all becomes too much.
I forget sometimes the beauty of a simple flannel and jeans. I forget that you can look amazing in something so simple. I forget the joy of an undisturbed pair of red boots. I forget how nice my neck feels when it doesn’t have to hold up a scarf or a pendant necklace for the most of the day. I forget that some days you just feel like being a little less showy and a little more cozy.
Last week I had some errands to run. I didn’t have to be anywhere spectacular, just running around town, doing a bit of shopping, enjoying my afternoon. And when I went to get dressed I threw on this flannel with a leopard print cashmere over top and an amazing black pendant necklace, a fabulous pleated green skirt, black tights and over the knee boots. I looked cute. I looked stylish. I looked fabulous even. But I also looked uncomfortable. Yes, fashion sometimes does mean suffering for fabulousness and I am all for a pair of 5 inch ‘dinner only’ heels that make my legs look like Giselle rather then a korgi. But for errands on a Thursday-did I really need it all?
So I changed. And I was happy. And warm. And cozy. And I still looked cute. And I still mixed prints. And I still felt pretty darn fabulous. Sometimes too much is just, well, too much. Even when a toned down version of ourselves includes red boots, floral jeans, a flannel and a leopard print belt.
You know the days when you wake up and you have to be somewhere and you wonder if you could get away with a pajama pant and a thermal top and an Ugg slipper as long as your hair and make up are done? I tried it once. Apparently people notice. Which was kind of rude.
This outfit was my answer to the “I am absolutely not getting dressed today” temper tantrum. Flannel Tunic (that looks suspiciously like a pajama top, hmmm)-check, fleece lined puffer vest-check, motorcycle boots that I have worn literally every single day for the last two weeks because OMG it needs to be spring so my feet can breath-check.
Some days I wish I were Harvey (the handsome devil running around the in the pics above), he just rolls off his Tempurpedic doggie bed each morning, gets his belly scrubbed by his humans, throws on his favorite, fanciest bowtie and goes about his day. Oh, and EVERYONE is impressed.
Until then, I suppose my oversized flannel shirt will have to do…
What is your go to-I don’t want to wear anything but I have to-outfit?
Sometimes I walk into a store and buy a blazer. I have no idea why. I am SO NOT a girl who wears a blazer. I think they make me look like a child playing dress up. They don’t allow for many activities what with them being so restrictive in the arms. They make me look so businessy. Yet, somehow I see them and want them in my closet.
This little plaid number called to me on one of my first trips to H&M years ago. With its adorable elbow patches and great neutral palette I thought FOR SURE I would find a home for it in my repertoire. FALSE. I have literally never worn it. Not once. I have tried it on. I have worked outfits around it. And yet every time I decide it’s just too serious for my liking.
That is until I put it over my little $8 leopard print dress. I mean if leopard print can’t save a plaid blazer with elbow patches nothing will. I promise you.
But I think it may have worked. I might even wear it again. Maybe. But really probably not. I mean unless I have to go to a job interview or court or something.
Day Look: Tank-Nordstrom// Sweater-H+M, old-similar// Jeans-Paige old-similar// Shoes-Toms//Evening Look: Tank-same//Sweater-H+M, sold out-similar//Jeans-same//Boots-Shoemint seen here//
So the majority of my days consist of 1-718 outfit changes depending on my plans. I hate wearing the same thing all day. Usually by lunch I am out of the mood of the original outfit and ready for something different/more comfortable/cuter/not what I am currently wearing. It just happens. I am ok with it. I have come to pack for it pretty well on trips. It drives my husband a bit nutty. On days where an outfit change is not an option I have a lot of anxiety. I can not predict what I will want to wear to dinner when I usually can’t commit to a sweater/skirt combination past lunch.
Anywho, last week I was meeting a friend for lunch/gossip, taking back all the things I had been meaning to since Christmas came and went and ending this all day event meeting Joel for dinner(HUSBAND). Needless to say, I tried on roughly 94 different outfits and couldn’t find a good fit that would flow all day. I did, however, find a solution that didn’t take too much packing, just an additional sweater and pair of shoes. And guess what-by the time dinner rolled around I was still pretty pleased with the way things turned out. The long gray tank/oversized cardigan was so comfy that I didn’t feel the need to get away from it and Toms are always a good choice when running around town. Truth be told I wear a version of this outfit most afternoons and when bumming around town. Then for dinner throwing the sweater over the long tank was a perfect casual night out when paired with the boots. Maybe I will go throw that on for the rest of today…
I wish I could say this was me turning over a new leaf. Not putting so much pressure on the perfect outfit. Not needing to change so many times each day. Perhaps being able to pack a carry on for a weekend trip instead of checked luggage. Sadly not. My name is Mallory and I am addicted to an outfit change.
New Year’s resolutions have gotten such a bad rap lately. Everyone who is anyone is standing up and declaring that NO they will not fall victim to the big, bad New Year’s Resolution. They won’t wake up 17 days into January knee deep in self-loathing, another year begun with the best of intentions already gone.
But I don’t see it like that. I have never woken up after promising myself I would eat Vegan for the entirety of 2012 only to succumb to a block of cheese after a Bachelor marathon filled with rage (because let’s be honest-CHEESE MAKES EVERYTHING WONDERFUL). The way I see it is for 17 days I changed my life. Was it huge? No. Did I fall right back into my pizza loving, dairy eating ways? Certainly. But did I push my limits for a few weeks. Yeah-and it was awesome to live through. Each year I go into it with a hope to change or become better, to live better and to find new excitement, to try new things, to say yes more and no less (unless I want to say know in which case, I am the boss of me and I can do anything I want).
2014- My resolution is to find the beauty in life every darn day and then jump right in the middle of it and be fabulous. You care to join me?
I am not putting any pressure on you, friends. I hope you made a resolution, or didn’t. Stuck to it or threw it out the window when the light of January 2 streamed through your shades. But maybe, just maybe see if you can change your life this year. Start now or start in March, make a summer promise or wait until your holiday décor is back out but change it. Even if only for a minute. Cause it might just be totally awesome.