LET'S GIVE IT A TRY

I now know how much fun shopping for and buying an oversized velvet dolman top can be.  But that wearing said top, or even successfully leaving the house with it on my back could be a challenge.  Why so hard you ask?  Have you ever owned a spectacular piece of clothing, but worried that wearing it out on a casual day would make you look like you were trying to hard? (a social taboo for young people in today's society.  Call Me Maybe completely proves my theory.  Almost 50 years ago Frank Sinatra sang Call Me.  What's with this "maybe"?  What must we be so noncommittal!)

Back to the point: I have a few clothing items I've been scared to wear for that exact reason (one of these includes a full-length sparkly gold dress).  So what's a girl to do?  Leave all my adventurous clothes in the back of my closet and opt for the same old t-shirt that does an oh-so-excellent job of calming my trying-too-hard fears?  Well, no... because WHY THE HELL do I even buy clothes if I'm not going to wear them!  (I had to give myself a little shake there).  As you can see from my photo, I decided it was time to put my qualms to rest and wear my fabulous top.  And ya know what?  Not one person I passed on the street gave a damn that I was trying.

Velvet top by Urban Outfitters.  Shoes by Lulu Townsend.  I made my own shorts and necklace.

I KNOW YOU CAME HERE FOR FASHION, BUT SOMETIMES ALL I HAVE IS A CANDY LAND RING

SKIN TIGHT

During the time of my sexually formative years, I was developing this theory about women's clothing, a theory encouraged by my then Abercrombie-wearing sister, that certain clothes were intimidating to men and if I wanted a boyfriend I better stop wearing patterned lace tights under my capri pants and stick to jeans and body hugging t-shirts.  Because why would I want to draw attention to my ankles with a cool pattern when I could opt to show off my blooming little ta-tas and, on the off chance they were big enough, even snatch myself a boyfriend?  At 14 it was really that simple: big tits equaled infinite power (arguably true at most ages).

Now at 22, a whooping nine years out of junior high, and I'm starting to rethink my theory.  Men still like breasts and women still like breasts.  That hasn't changed and fortunately never will, but the funny thing about men is that the good ones mature, and around the same time I stopped buying mini skirts so short that my bare ass touched the chair was also about the time I started meeting boys who thought girls were attractive with or without tight clothes and that being able to see the curve of a breast was not the end all be all of hotness.

I whole heartedly agree.

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CHEAP TUESDAYS

I've never been the type of girl to spend more than $20 on a pair of earrings, or in the case of these cheapies $5.  Mmhmm thank goodness for plastic.

Forever 21 earrings.