Sensible Jewelry & Purple Pants

I am probably addicted to clothes, though I often purge my collection and remove things that are too worn, too old or too "last year." I also gather the nerve to toss out gifted items that I have never worn (and by "toss out," I actually mean "donate.")

I have always loved clothes (though not as much as my hoarding grandmother, who hangs so many clothes in every doorway that one must stoop and duck below them to travel throughout the house). I loved dressing my Barbies when I was a child. I loved shopping. A few years ago, I seriously considered majoring in fashion design (I still have my sketches). As a five-year-old, however, my favorite shirt was a T-shirt spotted with orange, yellow, green and blue paint, as well as gold glitter.

I'm sure you're thinking that that shirt sounds soooooo nineties.

Well, you're right; I wore it to my sixth birthday party in 1994.

In fourth grade, I was "fashionable." My mother and I bought my clothes at a store called Gadzooks, which later went out of business. I had leopard-print shirts, low-cut tops that my mother would fix with extra cloth, jeans with stripes down the sides, shiny shirts, yellow shorts, matching socks, a pleather jacket. That was the year I tried to hang out with "cool kids" and utterly failed. I was miserable, but at least I cool clothes.

By 1997, I had migrated to stretch pants--you know, the ones with the heel strap that extended and hooked beneath your foot. I often wore them to school, but would only wear the forest green-colored ones with my
Field of Dreams T-shirt, a souvenir purchased the summer before.

In junior high, my developing breasts made it difficult to wear shirts. I hated them at first (my breasts, not shirts), because everything that I wore looked wrong. Shirts would create a small tent on each side of my uneven chest. Fantastic.

I made up for the awkward top-half with green eye shadow and crazy pants--fuzzy, purple-leopard print pants, in fact. I would pair them with a simple shirt from Hot Topic, a store where I also found "parachute pants" and black lacy tops. I also had pink platform tennis shoes at the time, as well as spandex snakeskin pants.

I was racy. I was daring. I wore black hooker boots to school when I had to dress up. My peers called me a slut. Called me ugly. Said I shouldn't be wearing makeup. They pulled my hair, which my mom and I had meticulously braided and beaded.

For the rest of high school, I was somehow both ignored and insulted, which did not help my already-low self-esteem. The spitballs I picked out of my hair on a weekly basis made me despise my curls, and my personal style was compromised by less-interesting jeans and sweatshirts. Unlike my classmates, I still wore glasses. I also avoided the Buckle.

Today, my clothes are not as daring or exciting (even though I no longer have to pretend to ignore the taunts and insults and slurs and comments and rumors and hurtful jokes from self-righteous teenagers). Today, I throw things together that clearly don't match. Or even look good. It's still a learning experience, as my style is changing. That means that there may indeed be some things in my closet that will be retired tomorrow. However, they will--most likely--be items that are no longer of good quality (like the black "sweatshirt" currently on my bed. It is now gray. It also has thumb holes. It did have thumb holes when I bought it eight years ago).

My mother wants to take me shopping for my birthday; I want her to take me to Goodwill and numerous other vintage/thrift stores so we can get—insert cliché—more bang for her buck. However, I doubt that I will be able to find these exact items at The Flying Worm or Thrift World ...

There is a lovely skirt that I first saw on What Would a Nerd Wear. I want it. I think. I love how it looks, but it may be one of those items that just doesn't suit my body type. That doesn't detract from the fact that I find it beautifully soothing and simple.

Marketed as cute and cheery, these rings are sold by Uncommon, a husband and wife duo from Indiana. The rings remind me a lot of things I have seen at Von's, a store near Purdue's campus. Uncommon's work features dense colors with what they call "old-fashioned sensibility."

While on the subject of jewelry, I may as well mention this ring as well. I also think the Dinosaur Button Ring is cute, but am tempted buy the "Meow Button Ring" solely because of its name.

The next items are all things that are featured on Le Mode Accessories, which has sponsored several blogs, including Oh, Mishka.

I am beginning to find that I like jewelry that is a bit unexpected. I have several necklaces that I made myself, and my rings tend to feature owls or interesting stones. These pieces are no different.

Lastly (from Le Mode, anyway), this purse makes me want to carry one. I
hate purses, and here I am, wishing for a lilac-colored handbag.

I have a lot of tights; my mom actually gave me four pairs for Christmas. However, none are as bright as the ones offered at We Love Colors. Though I would adore the Lurex Glitter Tights, I am actually too tall for them! (This is a common problem with most tights/leggings, actually.) 5'10" isn't that tall, is it? Anyway, the Microfiber Solid Color Tights are just as well; I'm not sure what I like more--Scarlet Red? Sky Blue? Grey? Mocha? Rust?

... Perhaps I can pair them with the things I am actually searching for: a little black bridesmaid dress for my brother's wedding in August, a red belt, a skinny black belt, a red skirt and a leather jacket.


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