Wednesday, August 31, 2011

The last half: The tribute

I'm hoping that by now most of you that have read the last entry would've caught the star of the tribute. If not, yikes. High waist shorts. I used to wear those bad mamajamas everyday. Not a day went by without a pair. I was highly against pants or anything that covered my legs, besides my thigh high boots. I also mentioned that I didn't fuck with accessories because I was just too old school for that shiny shit. Well, basically that's all out the window. I spend 40 hours a week at Forever 21. I spend more time there, awake at least, than I do at my own home. The dress code has become so stupid serious for no god damn reason. So instead of wearing cute shorts with stupid sweater-like leggings, I might as well just get used to the idea of pants.
Slowly but surely, I've been building my collection of harem pants. I didn't fuck with them for a while, but seriously? It's one of the most comfortable things I've ever worn. Stupid comfortable. And especially at work? Bending down and getting on ladders and shit? It works. Even though I've been to work in a short body con skirt, 10 feet above the ground on a ladder, hanging banners or some shit. I mean, do you have a banner to hang in the next 15 minutes? Probably not, man. Oh but back on track, I even invested in some of those jeggings shits and a new pair of 1/2 leopard pants. I've been wearing longer shirts with little to no silhouette at all, strange right? I'm steering towards this grunge bohemian asshole. And accessories! I've been wearing them. Slowly building up my collection of chains, crucifixes, feathers, and pendants.

But just so we're clear, I still would wear a pair of shorts over pants. All day.

Avec l'amour,

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

1/2 a bucket filled with accessories

Hmm, so you know those times where you run into an old friend at a party? You know, the friend that started hanging out with your boyfriend while you were away at work and was so judgmental about people that do or did drugs, drank alcohol, had premarital sex or liked drinking caffeine? Then come to find out that that girl turned out to be a slut and she's now the jump of the party that you saw her at? Yeah, that friend. Anyways! You know how awkward it is when you kind of get caught looking at them and don't know what to say? Yeah, that's kind of what I'm saying now. Sorry guys.

Some things have occurred within the past couple of months that, well I'll just say it, I'll get kind of upset writing and then I'll lose my focus and just stop writing. But I kind of needed this right now. So! Guess who is NOT going to be in the fashion industry after all? Moi. And I'm not bulging either. Knowing my personal limits and, well, the absolute truth, I've made up my mind to pursue a career as a psychiatrist. I'm going to finish up down here and get my Bachelors in Psychology. Hopefully, a 3.7 is achievable. Maybe higher! Eh, I know me. Fack. Anyways! As soon as I'm done with that I plan to go to a medical school for the next hand full of years to get my M.D. in Psychiatry. I can't convince myself anymore that touching clothes and kissing ass by telling overly big girls in denial of the existence of an extra large that they shouldn't wear that body con dress is what I was born to do. Visual merchandising, the field alone, has opened my eyes to a whole new world it's stupid crazy. I know that I progress each day and that I'm good at what I do. But I mean, it's just not what I want to do anymore. I'm late on bills and shit because I can't stop buying clothes. Oh! Which reminds me. Ugh, goddamnit I'll come back to that. I just want to push myself to my fullest and I think being a psychiatrist would be in the right direction, ya? Eh, you probably don't even know me. I just want to ensure myself that me and my family are going to have a good life. I'm young, so I gotta take advantage of it.

Okay, back to the buying clothing problem. I've resorted to really learning how to uniquely destroy or revive previously worn clothing. I have set up an Etsy store under the same name as my blog (thegirlyeye) and I will be selling vintage goods, handmade headbands, earrings, and perhaps necklaces. You'll notice the phases once I start posting newer accessories. Super excited for everything, honestly. I've never felt like this. Never felt so close to that warmth a close friend had told me about. I stay smiling.

I will post the remainder of the post tomorrow afternoon as soon as I get off of work. Actually, give me time to take a nap and prepare shits for dinner. The second half is a tribute. You can guess from the snap below. And if you think about the picture again, I'm wearing one big ass accessory. Oh, ha and sorry American Apparel about your muniez. But thanks for the help with the raw atmosphere in my photos ;D Thanks guys. You guys have been pretty awesome.

Avec beaucoup d'amour,