leather jacket: ZARA
My workplace requires us to wear a "third piece," such as a denim vest, a bold statement necklace, a simple chain, or an artfully tied scarf to complete our look. This concept was a bit foreign to me at first, but with practice (and being obligated to do so) I now see the power of the "third piece!" The outfit in the first pic looks like I rolled out of bed, then, BOOM, add the scarf, and now I can go to lunch with friends. Or POW, add a leather jacket and some pumps, and I'm ready for a night out. Not feeling like red chuck's that day cause I don't have to be on my feet for 5+ hours? Then I like wearing my metallic Sam Edelman or Matt Bernson gladiator sandals to the mix w/ my mom's old Gucci clutch. In short, an accessory is the the cherry on top of the sartorial sundae.
To the ten (or five?) of you who read this blog, some updates! I haven't been blogging much lately because I have been having trouble figuring out topics. Posts take a bit of time to do, and I try not to just post for the sake of posting. Soon enough, I will be starting law school, and though it will be a struggle to find time for blogging, I still want to maintain some sort of a blog presence. And of course, there's always instagram. Suffice to say, hopefully I'll figure this ish out.
Lately, life has been pretty good. I still really like working at Madewell, and hope to keep doing so while going to school. I like my coworkers, and glad to have found some new friends. A few years back when I fell into a huge emotional rut, one of my besties would assure me that my life would fall into place once I found the right environment and people. For her, working at American Apparel helped her find her own, and though sort of silly, I will admit that working at Madewell has done the same for me. Errr, parallel lives much? She and I do really like clothes...
There has also been a newer, slightly more special friend in my life that I have been preoccupied with (probably the real reason why I don't blog as often anymore). So typical. I like a boy, and I can't help it. Hanging out with him feels like experiencing the high school life I never had. The other day we hung out in the Asian-American suburbia he hails from, watched Fast 6 at the budget theater, laughing and heckling at the movie screen, and afterwards played scrabble at a bubble tea cafe until midnight. To someone who never did any of this growing up, it all still feels novel and exciting. But no matter what we end up doing, it's fun-times. This is probably what I appreciate and like most about this new relationship---That we can have fun together watching horrible movies.