There’s no relationship in my life to be at a standstill (if you were curious about my love life), so a more accurate translation of this Sex and the City scene would read, “My life is at a standstill, so instead, I’m evolving my look.” Not that life ever stands still. No matter how hard I wish some moments would never end, just as I wish others would end sooner. But we’ve reached the point in the semester where the light at the end of tunnel (read: summer) is becoming visible, the trees are turning green again, and it’s finally bearable to walk around on campus for more than ten minutes. Yet despite all these seemingly happy occurrences, classes are getting old, homework is always piling up, and the summer job hunt is in full swing.
Maybe it’s ‘spring fever?’ Is that how that works?
So while the daily doldrums droll on, the always-sartorially-wise Carrie Bradshaw has already made a case for self-improvement by way of evolving one’s LEWK. And so I present to you “what I’d be wearing if money/practicality/any other limitation was no object.”
I’m Going to go to Class Because I Pay Tuition, But I’m Practicing a Vacation State of Mind
Nothing says “I’m on vacation in my mind” like wearing a rainbow assortment of colors, specifically on your feet by way of jelly-ish sandals! Carrying a beach bag type of accessory also helps. The jeans (high waisted because every other type of pant waist is dead to me) are a no brainer, and a trench coat is solely for practicality purposes to be prepared for any (almost) April showers. Wear the bustier because why the capital-f not.
It’s Saturday Night and I’m Going Dancing, Ta Ta For Now
On a scale of one to a flamenco dancer, how great is this outfit? I’d wear it to a Saturday night dinner date because a look this bright deserves to be seen in the daylight. But I’d also wear this to drinks after dinner, followed by dancing the night away in some eclectic underground bar that only plays disco music. Wide leg pants are crucial date-attire because if he can’t handle you at your most fabulous, he’s definitely not the one. And a month ago I claimed off-the-shoulder tops to be dead to me, yet here we are. NOT DEAD YET. Don’t forget dancing shoes and a clutch.
A Casual Sunday Brunch, But I’m Feeling Like Doing the Most
I can see it now. The group text emphasizes the CASUAL brunch dress code. I say I’ll comply, then when it comes time to actually get dressed, I can’t help but be “extra” (as all the young folk say these days). Linen pants, a gingham poplin wrap top, sensible sandals, and a satchel that has the Olsen’s blessing (because they made it) — I could rule the world in this look, or at the very least feel like a duchess on vacation in the south of France.
Let the style evolution games begin!!