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.
There comes a time in every little persons life when they learn to write the first letter of their name. It’s a magical day. It is also usually the day they end up writing it on the kitchen wall and their mom nearly kills them. I assume. Not that I ever did that. Ever. Promise…
As soon as I was able to write an M I fell in love. It was my M. I wanted it on everything, I wanted to practice writing it. I got M stickers and I stuck them on everything. Most kids grow out of this. Unfortunately- I never did. Call it Laverne and Shirley syndrome, call it narcissism, call it whatever you want. I own it. I have M’s around my house, I have an M on my Christmas stocking, I have a diamond M necklace and when I saw this M sweater at Old Navy for next to nothing I knew I had to have it as well.
The first time out of the closet I had to dress up a bit so I paired it with this fabulous (FABULOUS) gray leopard print skirt. However, I think it was meant to be layered over a plaid shirt and boyfriend jeans or even a cute pair of cut off shorts. We will see where the sweater takes me.
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.
I love prints. I love mixing a print or 3. I love the surprise of a plaid cuff of a button up shirt and a polka dot sweater. I love a leopard print with a camo (I love a leopard print or a camo with ANYTHING truth be told). There is something about looking down and seeing a polka dot tight and a striped sweater that brings a bit of jolly to my otherwise dead of winter, can’t feel my toes, why didn’t I stay at home in yoga pants and Husbands KU sweatshirt day. And let’s be honest. It’s the little things in life.
This plaid shirt has become my go to this winter. Every summer my brain and my body reset and I forget just how chilly it can get here in KC. The flannel came out in October worn with its sleeves rolled and has slowly morphed into the most fashionable undershirt I own. Sure, layered under an oversized cream cable knit its great. The picture of ski lodge perfection. But layered under this black and white playful sweater it is just (so not) plain fun and maybe a little dizzying. I paired it with Jeggings which I was totally against until I put them on realized that we were infact meant for each other. They are so comfy and they actually tuck nicely into boots. And when you have calves like mine, you need all the help you getting into boots that you can get.
This outfit is made for casual Mondays. Is that a thing yet? Mr. and Mrs. Corporate American-if you are out there-please let casual Monday become a thing. It would be magical. We could all mix prints and be warm and cozy and happy and wear jeggings together. Please.