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!" That look 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 BOOM 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'd add 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, I always had an inexplicable attraction to it all. But it feels like no matter what I do with him, it will always be fun. This is probably what I appreciate and like most about this new relationship/friendship.