Tuesday, May 19, 2015

I think that resurrections are important. They mark a point in time when something that was dead is revamped. I'm going to think of my blog as well as my life, resurrected. I feel like we all get to that crossroads in life where we really have to make the decision to go left or right. Well, I choose to go straight ahead. I'm taking the path that no one has already carved out for me. I left my job of 3 years to figure out what it is that I love and really have passion for. That's not to say I didn't have passion for my job, I just want to be part of something so big, it's almost scary. I want to flourish and really thrive! When I was younger, people would always tell me that I was, "destined for something great!" It always seemed to come down to being a famous actress, painter, or a fashion designer. I finally had to let go of my perception that if I didn't make that move to New York and be great for everyone else, I would be a failure. I know one thing that I haven't been able to let go of, and that for me, is fashion. Fashion is a way to escape, a way to re-invent, re-define, build up, deconstruct, measure up, stack up, and step out. Ever since I was 8 years old, I knew I had a talent and an idea of how to bring people happiness. It was always through clothing. On trips to the department store with my mother, I would re-dress mannequins and 4-ways creating these great outfits for people to notice as they walked by. I would then hide in the rounder (as most kids did at that age) and wait for women to come along, notice my outfit, and take it off the rack for themselves. This made me giggle with joy knowing that someone thought my vision was amazing. It was at that point, I realized...I LOVE THIS! I was a baby, "Confessions of a Shopaholic's", Becky Bloomwood shopping extraordinaire in the making (minus the heinous debt). I learned French in high school and college because I knew Paris was a future dream for me. I worked at various fashion retailers of all levels so I could learn the business from the ground up. I put myself through college working in a factory at night and sleeping in my car just so I had that paper to say I knew fashion inside and out. I even interned at a prestigious men's boutique in Chicago to see how everything comes together after a vision is formed. There was only one thing missing. The opportunity. So, here's where we come back to the present day. It is time for me to make that opportunity and idea a reality. I will not stop banging the doors down until I'm right at home where I am supposed to be. I am meant to be in the industry, and no matter how much convincing I tell myself that I should just become an accountant, I will have that sensation in the bottom of my stomach that no other job will fill except making people feel great about themselves with an outside expression. This is my obsession. What is yours?

   As for today, I enjoyed the sun, fueled my fire, got dressed, and showed up to life. I picked a green high low dress from Forever 21 that hit the sun and made summer feel like it was late. I paired it with a Forever 21 leather/cotton black and white varsity jacket for hardness (we all know I mix girly and edgy on the regular). I got to try out the sea legs on my new J. Crew gold cheetah pendant and mixed a few other gold layers in. The short necklace is from Rue 21 and the longer cross is from Forever 21. My earrings are small gold hoops I snagged at a boutique called, Dear 72. I even pulled out the tribal heels from Akira Boutique today. They have the best gold hardware on the front and the orange color just puts you in a great mood. I also paired everything with a small black and white checkered clutch from Charming Charlie's. The shades are also from Rue 21 and are a cheaper retro alternative if you want that 1950s charm. Below are a few shots from today and I will post a few copycat items you might like.

                                                                          J. Crew
                                                                  Christian Siriano
 
Lulus
 
Tom Ford

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