I don’t usually post photos for a few reasons: (1) I’m not particularly photogenic, (2) I feel a bit vain if I’m posing unless I’m with friends or actually at an event, (3) I have a regular digital camera (which I’m more than happy with) and (4) I’m very, very lazy. I’m also great at making excuses if you couldn’t tell already.
Most importantly, however, I wanted this blog to be about my writing. My perspective. Essentially: me, my brain, my ramblings and I—without me actually in it. I should hope that explanation reads as vaguely comprehensible; regardless, I’ve digressed yet again.
So. Welcome to the Fitting Room Confessions. Since my three-part “Defining Style” series, more of you have asked that I showcase a bit of my daily style (which is quite boring, to be honest. Writing about fashion is like a spectator sport for me: I watch, but won’t necessarily participate it its games) and for personal shopping tips. I succumbed – obviously. So here’s to documented shopping trips: deals, steals, how-to’s, and random shpiels…
I lied when I said love at first sight didn’t exist. Shall I re-tell this love story?
I was browsing (guess which store I was in!). Picking up things that caught my eye, combing through for my size, when I caught a glimpse of her silhouette. Grey. Loooong. Leather detailing. Lust? Or love? They say you can love who you trust, but without lust, there isn’t really love…
I’d like to think I have an eye and know myself well enough to not have to try on clothes, or debate over whether or not I like something enough to whip out the plastic. I’m the type of girl who knows exactly what she wants. I see it, I touch it, take a few blinks or so at the object in question, and I know whether or not it’ll suit me. (Actually, the deciding factor is the price tag; I refuse to set my heart on the impractical—shopping tip no. 1). Still, I prefer to try things on just to be sure—but that means I don’t try on things for frivolity’s sake. Shopping is strategic game, mes cheries. Play it smart.
Again, I digress. I have a point, and for brevity’s sake: I fell in love. Greys and blacks—my kind of palette. A modest neckline juxtaposed with a body-conscious silhouette (heart’s palpitating at this point). Curve-hugging can be classy; it need not be crude. Knee-length? Someone please tell me why we’ve forgone that, forsaking true sexiness for less-than-modest hemlines. My mindset is clearly still set back in that of the forties, fifties, and seventies fashions. Leather detailing and front panel – to modernize and add a bit of edginess to an otherwise classic, very feminine dress. Exposed zipper in the back. Sold. It’s safe to say that this dress is the epitome of my style.
Did I mention it fit exactly as I’d hoped?
It meant to be: it was the last one at H&M. H&M! At $34.95, it was an absolute bargain not just for the design and quality, but because Iloved it. Already I was conspiring ways to wear it every other day and dreaming of a closet stocked with dresses in the same silhouette. My knees go weak at the mention of bodycon, knee-length things.
I can’t believe I just waxed poetic about a dress. Well, not any dress. The dress! My dress.
Do you like my generic hand on hip pose? It seemed adequate—nothing too outrageous—and because I wanted to show off Revlon’s Craving Coral nail varnish—a bright red-coral that reads orange or pink depending on the lighting situation. So that polish plus a similar lipstick shade – NARS Jungle Red or MAC’s Lady Danger—topped with Three Custom Color Specialist’s Papaya Crush lipgloss would be my only accessories when wearing this dress. It’s all a statement dress needs, really. No jewelry, no fancy earrings (despite my penchant for anything large and bauble-y), nothing. Just siren red, killer black pumps and this dress. It was convenient that those were thing things I so happened to wear that day.
I suppose I’ll cheat and have this post double as an “Outfit of the Day” because I wore it to work a few days later, coral-red lips and nails inclusive, and kept it on for running errands. Let’s just say it was a winner.
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[…] Part II of the H&M fitting room confessional series, because I’m having a love affair with the Swedish retailer at the moment. As is my wallet. And when the both of us are happy, well, it’s a good thing to say the least. […]