Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Staples of My Wardrobe
Quoting a line from the movie Amelie, "Times are hard for dreamers."
I'm a dreamer so I guess the sentiment above is appropriate for me. Things have been difficult lately. Job hunting has been worsening much to the chagrin of the split part of me who is keenly aware that reality is rearing its ugly head. Soon. The other half of me, well, she's lost it. She's nearly to the point where all she wants to do is run from state to state, living some sort of drifter lifestyle. So for every job I do not get, this portion of myself sees it as a sign that it wasn't destined to be. Which is well and all but I do need some sort of income to pay my rent.
Furthermore, if I get one more prospective employer who tells me that they have no positions available at the current time, but "we love your blog" I will scream until the entire country hears me. That is not beneficial to me. My blog is my writing lifeline, but it doesn't earn a revenue. I'd sooner chew on glass than bombard my personal writing space with advertisements and coupons. So I'd rather hear "We love your blog and would like to have your voice work with us" instead of "We love your blog and want to drain you of your ideas for a position that doesn't pay you."
The family life has been bad too. My grandpa is in the hospital right now and suffered from cardiac arrest yesterday. It's looking very unlikely that he'll make it and my Mom is extremely upset because he's her father. I'm one of the very few people I know who has all 4 of her grandparents still alive and I'm upset because that side of the family is the kind side. He was always very kind to me and I can't do anything to help because I'm too far away.
Also, nobody in my family wants to buy me a bed. This is a minor detail on the list, but significant because my parents do not believe that I'll stay in one place for very long. They told me they think I'll be constantly moving in the next 5 years. Which alarms me because I don't doubt it. There's a part of me that doesn't want to live out of a suitcase and wants a stable address and home. There's a separate part of me that just wants to run from place to place.
Mostly, I just want to run to a garden or park and stay hidden in a treehouse or fort. On the road to maturity, here I go.
When I'm upset, what generally makes me feel better is to get dressed up. Look pretty, smile at myself, and reassure that mirror image of me that hey you, things are going to be good today!
This leads me to discuss the staples of my wardrobe. My signature pieces I could never do without.
The White Blouse
It's a classic that is utterly versatile, all places and events considered. I tend to wear the ones that button up and incorporate a bow or ruffle. I enjoy blouses in jewel tones too, but none of them compare to the plain white blouse. It's a treasure.
However, sometimes when I feel more romantic on a gray afternoon, I look for something less white, more decayed in coloring, and with some intricate embroidering.
The Pencil Skirt
It cinches in at the waist, emphasizing all of your greatest gifts on both the top and bottom while making you look incredibly trim and small. Bless this skirt, it never looks dowdy and transcends the ages.
It could be 110 degrees outside and I'd still wear them. No matter what. This is one staple I wear year round.
I never wear jeans and seldom wear pants (this girl lives in her skirts). However, dress pants are always winners in my book. Perfectly crisp and tailored to fit just right.
I wear a pair (slightly shorter than these) with a belt.
It is both masculine and feminine and utterly perfect always. Note the heels, heels are fairly important to me as well.
Now she looks alarmingly like me!
The Trench Coat
I have one in red, but really with all trenches, you can be chic...
They're small and simple. I like heart-shaped jewelry.
Honestly, where would I be without it?
Finally, I have no idea who this woman is, but she's definitely a style inspiration of mine...
Love to you all,