Tag Archives: wardrobe

Silver linings. (Or, you know, silk ones.)

8 Mar

One of the wonderful things about losing your job is that you are even more pressured to curb your useless spending.

One of the wonderful things about hunting for a new job is new work clothes!

The overlap here falls under the tragic venn-diagram lens of “everything terrible and great in life all at once.” Hush, I’m not great at metaphors.

In any case, thrift stores are, as always, my best friends. I picked up a lovely red silk shirt and a black suit jacket for $10 together. Yup. SILK shirt. I now own three of them, although I need to fix the buttons on one. I feel so luxurious, all that silk in my wardrobe. One is even Ralph Lauren. And none was more than $5 in thrift stores!

That’s justifiable, right?

…Right?

…I have a problem…

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A Fashionista’s Worst Nightmare: Redux

15 Oct

One of my first posts to this blog was about how I needed to clean out my closet and get rid of a lot of clothes I never wear anymore.

Well, that hasn’t happened yet. In fact, the opposite of that has happened. Thrift Store Therapy has always been my Prozac, so the fact that I’ve acquired three new dresses, two pairs of shoes, and a sweater shouldn’t surprise anyone. In my defense, none of them were over $4 apiece! And the things I bought at work shouldn’t even count, since between coupons, discount deals, and employee discount benefits, nothing was more than $4 there, either (including the most awesome blue plaid flannel from Guess. I feel like I beat the system on that one; originally it was $90!) I’m not going to mention the seven pairs of awesome fishnet tights I got, since each of them was only a dollar on clearance at Nordstrom Rack anyway.

I’m clearly not very good at curbing my clothing spending, but at least I am phenomenal at maximizing the bang for my buck, right? …Right? SomeonepleasejustifythemoneyIbegyou. Ahem.

On the other hand, I am on the verge of throwing out my only pair of jeans, since they are way too big now. I don’t know if I bought them big, or if I’ve actually lost more of my already lacking booty, but they don’t even remotely fit anymore. And I should try on my slacks soon, since I’ve not worn them in ages, but should with the upcoming colder weather.

Overall, I have put a dozen items in my “Give-Away Basket,” not that I’ve given them away yet. But since I haven’t taken anything out of it all summer, I feel like I’ve already gotten rid of them. And that’s good, right?

Winter Is Coming…

10 Oct

I had a customer the other day tell me that my hair was very, ‘Game of Thrones,’ so the title seemed apropos. But I’m not really talking about hair this time.

Winter is my favorite season. Winter is the time for silks and satin and velvet and all of the other wonderful things that I can’t afford but lust after anyway. Layering warm cable knit sweaters with silky camisoles, and breaking out my shin-length wool coat are the highlights of the season. This year, I’m bound and determined to NOT buy anything except new boots. I have plenty of warm, pretty winter things.

I’m more of a blue-and-white Christmas than the red-and-green sort (both of which clash horribly with pale-ruddy skin and red hair, but whatever), so I’ll have a lot of fun dressing up for work. I got the go-ahead from my department store’s national stylist (via Twitter) for bling and glam, so that’s what my winter will be made of.

Until Thanksgiving, I’ll keep it to golds and bronzes, with warm, earthy greens and orange for fall. I don’t believe in skipping a whole season just because someone snaps thier finger and ‘Jingle Bells’ starts playing. So fall first, then winter.

But trust me, I’m super excited for winter.

Work, Fashion, and Mutual Exclusivity

3 Oct

In case you haven’t yet gleaned from my various references to it, I work in a large department store. It’s one of the first of its kind. Stands out in its field like a big, red star. Ahem.

I work in the Junior’s/Impulse department, which is where all the cool kids shop for their Guess, Ralph Lauren Denim, and Kensie (none of which I knew about–excepting Guess–before working there. But oh well.) Our dress code when I started was all-black. We could have a colored shirt, as long as there was some sort of black cardigan or sweater over top. Recently, however, the dress code for my department was changed to allow us to wear “on-trend” clothes, as long as the bottoms were still dark-wash, if they were denim.

My problem is, while I’m a reasonably fashionable dresser, I do not follow the current “trend” in Juniors/Millenials fashion. I just bought a Guess shirt the other day (off the clearance rack for $5 with employee discount), does that count?

It’s hard to be on-trend with what we sell, when I can’t afford what we sell; and I’m a good enough employee that I want to try and keep my pushing limits to a minimum. Today I’m going to go buy a pair of dark jeans “similar to what we have available” (Levi’s are the only one I can afford), and maybe one of the sparkly embellished sweaters that are in this season. I wish I could afford one of the nice lace dresses that BCX has, but alas.

Other than that, though, it’s hard to be fashionable in other departments, too, when the dress code everywhere else is black. Black isn’t really “in” at the moment. Sure, I can dress things up in a classic style (black can always be classic, just not trendy), but it’s frustrating to have to tell customers, “Actually, no, we don’t have any plain black maxi skirts. Here is a tan and yellow geometric print one!”

An office job would be so much easier. I can dress professionally if I don’t have to wear all black/trendy, I promise!

The Clothes-Whore’s Worst Nightmare…

12 Jul

It’s probably about time to clean out my closet.

I recently moved into a new apartment. Far from the magnificent walk-in closet of my old apartment’s master bedroom, I traded the largest closet in the apartment for the bathroom. That’s how my former nine feet of hanging space abruptly became three. I’ve mitigated the issue by folding my t-shirts and pants, instead of hanging them, but when most of my clothes are dresses and blouses, that’s only delaying the inevitable.

The hardest part will be giving up some of my favorite clothes–the ones that don’t fit anymore. I have already relegated four of my favorite blouses, two dresses, and my only three pairs of slacks, to the donate pile. I was lucky enough to lose thirty pounds while I was studying abroad a few years ago, and I hadn’t really done anything except buy smaller clothes since. I still wear a lot of the things that used to fit when I was bigger, and especially blouses and dresses, I just don’t fill out anymore. I love them–the colors and styles–but I need to move on and pray that I never need the larger sizes again.

I have at least five wardrobes now: my retro/40’s-70’s wardrobe, my punk/rock/goth wardrobe, my steampunk wardrobe, my bohemian/preppy wardrobe, and more recently my work wardrobe–which is all black, but not in a way that I can properly combine it with my goth clothes (alas).

Being as unwilling as I am to give any of my styles up, but needing to severely cull everything I have, is going to take its toll. But I’m going to have to downsize once again in about ten months, so I had better get a move on…