So far, I’m already 31 days into this no-shopping challenge, and I’ve amazed myself at how well it’s going. In the last few days, I’ve run into a few hardships, but somehow I’ve sailed through with ease. There has been boy trouble/enigma/confusion/doubt/uncertainty this week, and my normal response is to treat this insecurity with clothes. And shoes. And definitely a pair of earrings because they’re usually pretty cheap and I don’t have to feel bad about buying them. However, I managed to get through the treacherous bog without so much as putting anything in my ModCloth cart. (I mean, I added to my wishlist, but that doesn’t count.) Furthermore, I didn’t go into extreme texting/doggedly-trying-to-make-plans mode, which is my secondary course of action. This one time, I ain’t wasting my time or money on a damn boy.
As you well may imagine, I have a ton of free time on my hands. What on earth have I been doing with it?
For one thing, working on my style game. Because I’m documenting my 90-day challenge, I’ve been spending more time doing fashion research (read: drooling over other women’s ensembles on Instagram). Since I can’t change up my wardrobe by adding to it, I have to get creative, and that means seeking inspiration in social media. There are times when I know I’ve missed the mark:
There is something really off about the combination of those tights and that necklace. It’s not that flattering. Maybe if the tights were a warmer shade or if the necklace was silver, it could work. I knew it just didn’t really go when I put together this outfit, but I did it anyway because I was on a who-cares-if-it-goes kick. Now I’m a little more aware of what sings together and what clashes.
For me, this was a hit:Floral dress + floral shoes = success. I want to wear those shoes every single day with every single outfit. Something about them is so impossibly perfect for nearly everything I own. I couldn’t be happier with them. Months ago, I was out shopping with my roommate and our friend, both of whom kept telling me that every time they went out, they saw a pair of shoes I would love. I finally was able to join them, and when they homed in on these for me, I couldn’t have fallen deeper in love.
I’ve also been extremely busy with my brother’s wedding. He got married last week, and it was without a doubt the best wedding I’ve ever been to. Everything–from the Lego cake to the Game of Thrones pins on the groomsmen–was so quirky and carefully thought-out. I was surrounded by family and friends, including some whom I’ve known since I was ten and even younger than that. Happily, the bride, my beautiful new sister-in-law, chose this dress for me:
What a shape! What a color! When I tried that dress on in the bridal shop, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It fit me perfectly from the start–all I needed was a little taken off the hem (obviously). I absolutely love how tight it is in the bodice–it makes me look like I actually have curves. I’ve been more into figure-hugging styles lately, and this is a stellar example of why I’m a fan.
Oh, and look–even my parents’ dog got dressed up:
Most importantly, though, I’ve been spending most of my time getting into the true spirit of autumn.
I wore this number to my outing at Six Flags on Friday. My friends and I took the day off work to go to Fright Fest, not realizing until we got there that the park didn’t open until 5 p.m. We waited at the mall across the street for five hours. The pain of spending that much time surrounded by all kinds of cute fall clothes cannot be easily written down, but I am happy to say that I emerged triumphant. Oh, and Fright Fest was just amazing. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve become a much bigger fan of roller coasters–I can’t get enough of them! I want the thrill of the steepest drops and the fastest corkscrews!
The rest of the weekend has been taken up by food. Yesterday, we had a pre-Thanksgiving feast here at the house, and today I went to the legendary White Pines State Park buffet in The Middle of Nowhere, Illinois. That explains why I wore this:
Yes, leggings as pants again. I needed as much elasticity as I could get if I were going to eat every fucking mashed potato in that room. (I did, of course.) At least these ones are super hot–so shiny and sleek, it’s sinful how sexy they are. I can’t take it. I’m getting hot and bothered just wearing them.
I better go.