Dressing Up?

I was just going to write a normal Style Collage post, but I decided to address the issue of dressing up/down as a short rant. Why doesn't anyone dress up anymore? I pass the courthouse on the way to work in the morning and there are people (not lawyers I presume) walking in wearing sweatpants. Sweatpants? Really? Pull yourself together. I guess that's a bad example but still, come on. No one puts any effort into dressing presentable, never mind stylish. I understand that we live in a society where comfort and casualness are put in top priority but what about dressing up to feel good about yourself? Maybe that's what it is, a societal lack of self esteem that puts everyone in sloppy clothes. I suppose that might stem from unattainable beauty and bodies in fashion magazines presenting the said styles that I wish people would put more effort into wearing. What the f, this is getting more complicated than I had initially intended, and coming full circle.

Anyhow, this is an outfit that I wore to dinner and the movies, overdressed as usual. Vintage skirt worn as a dress, belt, and earrings, sweater from TJ Maxx, and Guess shoes. I still stand by my feeling that it is better to be overdressed than underdressed.

Jones'n For A Fix

Until last week I hadn't been to any thrift stores in quite a while. Yard saleing takes up most of my treasure hunting time in the summer, and I did find some pretty amazing pieces this year. It is well worth sacraficing a good Friday night out in order to get up early in the morning to plan your route. I don't think that people quite understand my addiction to all this. It's physical as well as emotional. I crave digging through boxes and racks of old stuff, and my heart literally starts beating fast and I get all hot when I find something amazing. Like when I started getting all panicky and I had to sit down when I found a bag of vintage designer scarves (YSL, DVF, Lanvin, Cardin, and Givency anyone?) at a yard sale for $.25. (there's no cents sign on computer keyboards?) I started saying "Oh my God" quietly to myself and sweating when the woman said they were a quarter a piece. I'm still not quite over it.

On Wednesday I spent over 2.5 hours and $170 at my favorite thrift store that I hadn't been to in months. I bought tons of earrings, blazers, skirts, dresses, fabric, and belts. I know that seems like a lot of money in thrift store terms but in real world terms that's what, a nice dinner with a few drinks?, maybe two pairs of pants and blouse on sale a Banana Republic?, not even a full month's student loan payment? My mom thinks it's gross that I wear clothes that other people wore, but I think it's grosser to wear clothing that was made in god know what conditions in China. It's also just good old fashioned recycling, which happens to be one of my favorite things to do.

Last night someone told me that I reminded him of Indiana Jones. I'm going to forget the part about how it was only because of the scar on my chin.

House Party

I don't really think that I need to say a lot about a dancepartyhouseparty, we've all been there. Thrifted skirt from many years ago hiked up to be the bottom of a pseudo dress, black top I've had forever (it might be a bra?), necklace from H&M, and it kills me but there's no good pics of my killer new Nine West ankle boots. Don't worry though, I'll be wearing them all winter long.