Although it was 100 degrees today I couldn’t wait to wear my new outfit. I got this adorable flannel at Target a week ago and instantly knew when I saw it that I wanted to wear it with my navy ankle slacks. This way I could mix casual and work attire together. Pairing it with my brown oxfords topped it off as a total Spencer Hastings outfit. I told you I’m the Spencer. The slightly matching big statement necklace tied the whole outfit together. Don’t you think?
There are so many expectations for women today. Everywhere we look we are being told how to look and how to act. If you don’t follow these not so subtle guidelines, then you are cast out as odd or weird. I know, I get stuck in them too. I love fashion and dressing up, but sometimes it can be exhausting. Sometimes you just want to wear sweats, a baggy tee, no bra, and a messy bun and not be judged. But no, for work today I wore a super cute outfit that left an imprint around my waist and a blister on my heel. Now as I sit here writing this, in baggy shorts, a baggy tee, no bra, and my hair in a knot, I feel so comfortable and relaxed. Why is it that we have to feel less comfortable in order to be comfortable with ourselves and others? It is just a question. I will in no way be sporting this pj look to work tomorrow, I will get dressed up per my usual self. It is just interesting to think about.
I have been thinking about how we think we have to fit into this mold. It made me start thinking about my blog, and I think I am realizing what it is becoming. I have been conflicted when it comes to the main idea of my blog. The name itself is Tragic Girls. I started with tragic stories of my roomie and I. Then I decided to incorporate my love of fashion and doing style posts. I thought though that I couldn’t do both because they were so different. Then I decided it was my blog and I can do whatever I want. Well now I know. I have realized what the meaning of this blog is. I know we all try to be perfect and fit the mold of beautiful, put together, social, and smart women. I am 100% guilty of this. This blog though shows that no matter how put together I make myself seem, and to an extent have achieved, I am tragic. I trip in heels (a lot), get hungover after two drinks even when I don’t get drunk, spend money I don’t have on clothes, burn half the stuff I cook, and have seriously bad luck sometimes. This blog is where I come to be myself. Trying to fit the mold is something inevitable. The majority of us are going to try to keep up, but along the way, don’t forget yourself. Admit your flaws and laugh about them. See beauty and humor in the imperfect. If you don’t do this, you’re in for a lot of let down because none of us are perfect, no matter how close to perfect we make it appear on social media. Pictures capture a single moment in a day where life can be a roller coaster. We get to choose the moment we want to share with all of our followers in hopes of having perfect appearances. Share your tragic moments. You’ll be surprised to find at least one other person who has experienced the same thing.
We are all here trying to fit the mold like this…
But really we are looking more like this…
And thinking it is a good fit like this…
Do not be afraid to be a tragic girl. I admit it all here on my blog and people I know still see me as classy and sophisticated. I just remind people that I am a real person.
XOXO- Tragic Girls #betragic
So after moving all of my stuff officially into my boyfriend’s apartment, and after getting rid of so many clothes, I still do not have enough room in my half of the closet. Yes I said it, MY HALF. I have to SHARE! Which I thought would be fine since his closet is literally the entire wall. It is a big closet, my half is even bigger than what I had at my apartment. For some reason though, my clothes are not fitting. The some reason as in not being because I have too many clothes, for some other reason that I don’t know. This could be because I have pretty much ALL of my laundry done, which is rare. This is the reason I never have ALL of my laundry done, because I do not have a big enough closet to hold ALL of my clothes! There wasn’t any room for me to take my dresser with me so I figured something else out instead. In the bathroom behind the door to the part that just has the sink, is the linen closet. My boyfriend has lived here for a year and has never put anything in it, probably because it is usually hidden behind the door. I took full advantage of this and made it my “dresser”. All of my clothes that can be folded like jeans, shorts, t-shirts, workout clothes, etc., are now folded inside the linen closet. Along with four baskets for undies, socks, bras, and bathing suits. I’m just being resourceful here and trying to not give my boyfriend a heart attach from all the clothes I have. What’s next, sweaters in my oven like Carrie Bradshaw?! Tragic.
I was about to leave the apartment to take stuff to my car and make a Target run, when I thought about leaving a light on. I went to turn the light over the stove on which apparently doesn’t work now. So I just made a mental note to turn the light on by the door to make sure I don’t trip over any of our stuff when I walk back in. As I walked to the door in the dark with my hands full of bags and a to-go cup of coffee, while thinking about not tripping when I get back home, I hit the Christmas tree box, AGAIN as I mentioned the first time in my last post Packing is Pitiful. I tried to recover which resulted in me falling to my knees on top of the box and completely skinning my shins, and now I have two matching bumps and bruises and I have to wear a dress tomorrow… great. Just another day at Tragic Girl Headquarters. Ouch.
Packing is probably one of the most pitiful acts to partake in. Aside from being absolutely awful, you have to sit there going through your own things and reassuring yourself over and over again that you are not a hoarder. You end up with a million trash bags of things you do not know why you kept. Things like, oh I don’t know, an accordion file stuffed with papers and assignments from school that you thought maybe you should keep but haven’t even opened it since you stopped going to grad school anyways, and your reason for taking all the horrible classes you did are stuffed inside that little dollar section accordion file, sitting and collecting dust as a constant reminder of being a failure at life! Not that I have experienced that, what gave you that impression? But if I did then that accordion file would be in the trash, even if it is pink! (Okay Britt, remember, calm, cool, and collected).
Anyways, as I was saying, packing sucks. The worst part for me has been the clothes. As I mentioned in my previous post, Parting with Clothes, I was having trouble getting rid of some. I explained how clothes are a part of you, so you have to get rid of old pieces when you are ready and that old part of yourself is ready to be let go of, and embrace your new self. But honestly I have a problem, one single human being should not be allowed to have this many clothes. It is a girls dream really, only to be made into your worst nightmare by a dinky sized closet. Well it is a normal sized closet, but it might as well be for a peasant for everything I need to stuff in there. It isn’t my fault! I blame working in retail for eight years. After days of organizing, multiple loads of laundry, a war between emotions for personified clothes and sane, rational thinking, and an oversized and overflowing donation box, I conquered the biggest challenge known to women, packing the closet. What relief I felt to be done.
Another thing to add to the list of why packing is the pits is how boxes and stuff is just everywhere. I practically killed myself walking into our apartment with my hands full, causing me to not be able to take my sunglasses off until I put the stuff down in the kitchen, resulting in me tripping over our Christmas tree box because I couldn’t see it.
Out of everything tragic that has gone along with my roomie and I packing, nothing can beat last night. It is our last few days in the apartment, I guess we had to have one more tragic event at Tragic Girl Headquarters to see us off. We started off living together with every intent to recycle and save the money to put towards a trip that we never planned anyways. Well we had a pretty big bag of recycling going, but never had the same day off of work to take it to turn in together. Eventually it was just in the way so we put it on the patio. As time went on it just became part of the patio so we didn’t bother with it. Being now that we have until Tuesday, yesterday we decided to clean the patio.
We started first with the few weeds that started growing around the edge. One got so tall so fast that it required both of us to pull it out. After our small weed garden was uprooted, it was time for the recycling.
The bag was out there for so long it was broken. I was convinced some wild animal was on our porch and broke through it, but in reality the bag was brittle from the sun. We thought we could just push that bag into a new trash bag, pull the strings and be done with it, but no. Bottles and cans were falling out and rolling around. We didn’t want to touch anything because we were pretty certain that there were spiders and God knows what inside this bag. Attempting to use the broom as a shovel seemed like our only plan. As my roomie and I struggled to play hockey with recycling and get the items in a new bag untouched, our other friend was over visiting, observing from the safety behind the screen door. As I am holding the broom and my roomie is holding the bag, our observer throws out that there is a spider on the bottom of the broom. I instantly drop it and we back up. As the bottom of the broom bounces up we see it. This is probably one of the biggest spiders I have seen in person and we were both struck with fear and screamed. My roomie jumps onto the only chair on the patio, then hops the wall to get away. I get on the chair ready to follow her when our friend said she is pretty sure it is dead. Still, dead or not, I did not want to be trapped on the patio with it. With a closer look, still behind the safety of the screen, our friend starts cracking up and says that the spider is a fake one that comes with the Halloween webs! We all start dying laughing, and I was so relived. If that would have been a real spider I was moving out yesterday. We didn’t even have any of those fake spiders on Halloween, but our neighbors above us did. After we calmed down, my roomie knocked on the front door to get let back in because the door was locked. This had to have been one of the most pathetic displays of girls ever. We were too scared still to take the fake spider off the end of the broom so every time we caught a glimpse of it while sweeping we jumped and flinched, forgetting about it each time.
After what took forever, requiring us to cut two other trash bags so that we could lay them flat and burrito the old broken bag into them and then shimmy the burrito bundle into a third bag, we threw the sucker away. Mission accomplished. If you were unaware, my roomie and I have had quite a few encounters with spiders, all tragic. Here is a flashback to our second encounter caught on tape in one of my early posts OMG More Spiders!
We only have a little more to pack and Tragic Girl Headquarters will be officially moving. Stay tuned!
Another Pinterest inspired outfit! I know this is more of a fall outfit, I even pinned it in the fall, but it being cloudy and cool today I thought why not? It is cute and warm without having to wear a jacket. When I first bought these cropped pants I wore them once then almost regretted buying them. I thought with the color they are, an almost rusty-brown, it was going to be hard to wear them. So I didn’t wear them for a while, but then I started I get ideas, obviously from Pinterest, and now I wear them a lot! They are pretty practical for work because they are not jeans, but they are not slacks either, so you stay comfy while also feeling a little casual. Just another way to recycle your closet!
Original outfit (picture taken from Pinterest):
Now that I’m over the embarrassment of it, I can share my tragicness from the wedding I went to on Saturday. I shared my outfit I wore there earlier today in my post PINsperation. Anyways, we finally made it to this wedding, but we were not told that it was down a dirt road. At the end of this dirt road was the venue. We had to park near the end of the drive, and this drive was not paved either. We got out of the car, fixed our dresses, and started walking. We knew we looked good. This walk was like an obstacle course though. There was gravel, rocks, and dirt every where. I was walking slow and making it. I had to make it, I was looking good and feeling confident. Then our friends drove by and popped their heads out the window to say hi. I looked up to say hi and lost my concentration. Just like that I stumbled, and when I tried to recover I stumbled even harder and almost twisted my ankle and went down. All of my friends were watching, it was terrible. I looked like a baby deer! I can laugh about it now, typical me, typical tragic girl. I laugh when people tell me I’m so poised and put together, when really I stumble in heels sober.