I went into Target, my usual after work activity, in search of moon pies. Yes, moon pies. Tomorrow we are having a Redneck Pot-Luck at work and I was assigned moon pies. Anyways, upon walking into Target, I took up my usual route starting with the $1 section, then to the forbidden clothes. I know I should never walk through here yet I do 99% of the time. I picked up three different items, instantly thought of an outfit I can make out of it and the places I could wear it too, then put it down. You see, I am very good at this. Not putting the clothes back down, that’s just plain hard, no I’m good at visualizing an exact outfit, thus convincing myself to buy an article of clothing. It’s a pretty good talent I’d say because the outfit almost always comes out how I envisioned it. Again, thanks to my seven years in retail. This is why when my best friend wants a reason to buy something when she doesn’t really have one, she asks me. Well after creating several outfits and successfully putting them back, I walked to the shoe section. I don’t know why I do this to myself. This time, the shoes won the battle though. But really, how can you argue when you find shoes you have been looking for, and they are $8 off? It’s just not fair. So yes, I found my size laying on the floor (the last ones in my size! See, meant to be), tried them on, and was sold. I am FINALLY a proud owner of ankle booties with a small heel. I really have been looking for a cute pair that’s not that expensive, and now I have!
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Tragic Fashion- Basics & Statements
If it’s one thing that us Tragic Girls are not tragic at, its fashion. We can both probably thank the fact that we both worked seven plus years in retail. Although I am finally out, my roomie is still in, and even though I’m out, that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped loving fashion. It’s a little obsession of mine. Okay I lied, it’s a huge obsession. I’m a huge shopaholic, of reasonably priced clothes though because let’s face it, us Tragic Girls are poor girls. I have this issue where I hate wearing an outfit more than once. Unless it’s a good outfit, that’s not something that stands out in your memory too much, and something I didn’t take a picture in, will I wear it again. If I do wear the outfit again I try to change it up a bit. To help this issue of mine, I’ve been investing a lot in basics. Not only are they essential for your wardrobe, but they are also very versatile pieces.
My recent pieces have been the basic tees and tanks from Target. I like these because the tees are boyfriend v-necks, so they aren’t tight, and the tanks are thick strapped like a muscle tank but without the ridges. Another plus is that the most they cost are $7-$10 which isn’t bad. Anyways I have been pairing these with all sorts of things like blazers, cardigans, chambray tops, scarves, and statement necklaces. I have worn these tops so many times yet every time is different.
#boyslogic- Ironing
My boyfriend lives on his own which means he knows how to take care of himself. He can clean, make sure he doesn’t starve so he cooks to an extent, and he can do his own laundry. On the topic of laundry, that action involves more that just washing and drying your clothes. Laundry also entails folding your clothes or hanging them, putting them away, or ironing them so you look presentable with no wrinkles. My boyfriend owns an iron, however does his own way of ironing…
I was at his place one Sunday and I was supposed to go home but I had such a bad headache I slept until 10pm, so I was not about to drive home. I kept telling him in between sleeping that I needed to go home because I didn’t have clothes for work the next day. He suggested one of the tops I wore over the weekend and I told him that I couldn’t because it was too wrinkled. That’s a pet peeve of mine, I HATE wearing wrinkled clothes. Anyways, he was being a good boyfriend and trying to take care of me, so the next time I woke up from my nightmare of a headache, he told me that he sprayed water on my top and laid it on the floor with his shorts on top, because his shorts were heavy and that the weight would help get the wrinkles out. It was the sweetest gesture that I couldn’t help but smile.
Just as I thought, when I put the shirt on the next morning it was more wrinkled that it was before he “ironed” it. I wore it with pride though because he did that for me. Still whenever he does laundry his t shirts are in flat piles on the floor so that they won’t be wrinkled.
#boyslogic
Stop The Crop
Sometimes I have to wonder what some people see when they look in their mirror or if they even bother to look in one at all. You should know your body type and what looks good on it since its your own body you walk around in everyday, yet some people seem confused. The biggest offender of this, besides my last rant about leggings, is the crop top. The last couple of years these have gotten very popular. But just because it’s popular does not mean that everyone has to wear them. This is an article of clothing that CANNOT be worn by everyone. Considering the amount of coverage that a crop provides means that only certain body types should wear them.
This will be brutally honest but if you need to ask if the crop top you’re trying on makes you look fat, then it’s probably because you look fat. Just the thought of you thinking you look slightly fat means that yes you do look fat and you are looking for someone to tell you that you don’t and then you can wear the crop top when you know you shouldn’t. I mean your friend told you that you don’t look fat so that means you’re not because why would she lie to you, she is you friend. The truth is that it’s hard to find a friend that will tell you the truth that you look fat when you do.
If a crop top is going to be worn it needs to be paired with high-waisted bottoms. They just don’t look good with low cut pants or shorts and your gut hanging out over them. There needs to be a stop to the crop, a stop to the cascading rolls over waist lines. This is not being mean, this is for your own good to save you from embarrassment. Remember, flat equals crop, fat equals not.
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