Friday, January 28, 2011

Inspired By: Friday and No Gym Class

I love days I don't have gym. I like being able to get dressed in the morning and not have to go to school and immediately get undressed and changed. I also love these days because I can wear things that won't necessarily be stuffed in a locker.

So today, I opted for my Free People cargos and Free People long ass sweater. Gym class hero? Yes, because I look like a superhero when I walk and my super hero garment flies with me. (In this case, my sweater doubles as a shield and cape)

Whenever I wear clothes, which do not fear is everyday, my dad asks me why I am so dressed up. The answer? I hate sweats and quite honestly cannot pull them off. And when I do wear them it is to sleep because no one will see me. Anyway, a cargo and sweater is not dressed up. So everyday I remind him, "Dennis, darling. This is a sweater. You may be granted the right to ask me that question when I wear a dress. Good day." And I do wear dresses to school, Dad.

I have a similar philosophy when it comes to UGG boots, or UGGly ass boots. This philosophy parallels that of sweats in public, or school. If you are one of those people who thinks wearing UGGs with jean shorts or a dress is ok, be ashamed of yourself. And then get some treatment, I'd love to be your therapist. You may pay me in Free People. Ditch the UGGs, gurls and guys, buy yourself some Docs, like mine (below).

I was ecstatic today when a fellow student of mine said "I hate when people wear sweatpants. You look dirty and lazy. I laugh and yell at you in my head." Thank you for understanding, kind sir.

Cargo close-up, kinda.

So patchwork chic.

Word to the Wise: Do not drink iced coffee when it is freezing outside. Who am I kidding? You can never go wrong with an iced coffee. Nevermind, peace readers.

Inspired,
Amanda

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Inspired By: Floral Socks

Today I channeled my grandma when I got dressed for escuela. Not only did I channel her, but I wore her scarf. Score. No pair of pure blue high-wasted jeans are complete without a vintage sweater from my mom's closet and a scarf from grandma's. Spread the wealth, share your clothes. I'd also love to tell you to snag a pair of these BDG high-wasteys for only $29, but that deal ended on January 3rd at Urban. Sorry kiddies.
High wasted jeans have been my guiltiest pleasure lately. Word to the wise: higher jean pockets make your ass look fine, and when I say "fine" imagine me saying it like "foiiiine". Get it?
Thumbs up for my grammy socks you can't see and my kick ass suede flats.
I love me some floral grammy socks, with flats. I hope you like my carpet, because that would make one of us. When my parents brought it home I said, "Mom, Dad, I hate this carpet. Please return it before I cry." Their response? "You are so ungrateful". So, to prove my gratefulness, five years later, I still use that nasty, I mean beautiful carpet.
PS-Melissa, best frand in da entire world, I am sorry for ditching you to babysit...but i will buy you a purty birthday present with mah cash money.

Inspired,
Amanda