Fashion is what you’re offered four times a year by designers. And style is what you choose.
– Mary Laurence Hutton, known as Lauren Hutton, American model, actress (1943-present)
“You dress to impress,” I said approvingly.
“No, Angel.” He leaned in, his teeth softly grazing my ear. “I undress to impress.”
– Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale (2012)
My college’s party scene is very limited. If you don’t have a good fake, or a fake at all, then you’re probably at a frat party, dorm drinking, or staying in. For those of age or with good fakes, we’re probably at one of the college dorms by campus. Though, my weekend fun may disappear for my senior year, as two of them have closed this summer.
Something that I find funny if that even though we do the same thing every weekend, generally seeing the same crowd, we still make an effort for dress up. Of course, there are those who just wear whatever when going out. For the most part, despite seeing the same people, we still dress to impress. Mostly.
I feel like the desire to dress up comes from your personality or desire to appeal to the opposite gender. Truthfully, there are times when I dress up just to hear compliments about my look 😅. As a stereotypical New Yorker, however, I love dressing up whenever I can.
My friends and I typically stick to a routine when going out. We first pregame while getting ready at our place. We then Uber to another friend’s place, convening with other people, and hang out, before we think it’s a good time to head out.
While socializing is always fun, going through the same motions every weekend can get monotonous at times. Thankfully, Instagram exists, so each pregame will always be slightly different from the week before.
On April Fool’s, my friend and I went as accidental twinsies. We both wore high waisted jeans, a crop tank top, and sneakers, though I wore a choker, and she had braids. The weather didn’t warrant tank tops, but given how hot it gets in the bars, it was better to be safe than sorry.
So, for anyone who follows my Instagram, they’ll notice that there’s a distinct pattern or feel. I purposely tried to craft my brand more artsy and light related because as a décor lover, I’m obsessed with light fixtures. With my friend as my photographer, armed with her iPhone 7’s great camera, we took many pictures, posed and candid to see which came out the best.
The Photoshoot Sesh
My go to candid pose.
I wish this was clearer so I could’ve posted it on Instagram.Thinking about how to pose without looking like I’m posing 🙃.
Sassy, but my head’s cut off.
Do I look presentable?And presenting – the light.
My hair looks like a mop.
Shh – I’m posing.
While none of these pictures made the Instagram cut, I still think that they’re wonderfully taken photos. And though the lighting in some of them can be harsh at times, oh well – you can’t always look perfect 🤷🏼♀️.
Also for anyone who’s wondering, my makeup is basically a variation of +pink+.
the girl who loves lights way too much
p.s. Here’s a list of all the places that I bought my outfit from! There aren’t any links because brands no longer sell the stuff I own, #ripNastyGal
- Nasty Gal – Maroon Knit Crop Tank Top
- Abercrombie & Fitch – Black Natural Waist High Jeans
- Grey Vans
- Urban Outfitters – White Lace Multi-Choker
We dream of having a clean house – but who dreams of actually doing the cleaning? We don’t have to dream about doing the work, because doing the work is always within our grasp; the dream, in this sense, is to attain a goal without the work.
– Marcus Buckingham, British writer, motivational speaker, business consultant (1966-present)
My all-time favorite Disney movie is the 1950 production of Cinderella because I have always felt a spiritual connection to the titular character. Like Cinderella, cleaning meant getting on your hands and knees to wash the floors with a rag, and not with a smart robot vacuum, let alone a Swiffer.
A Millennial Thing
I would say that a characteristic of millennials is that our childhoods are a mixture of old and new traditions. Many of us grew up doing things that our parents did, but we also got to experience never before seen technological advances. While many millennials may not clean with a rag anymore, I feel that its existence is something we can all relate to.
Growing up, I dreaded frequent cleaning days. A typical cleaning day began at 8:00 a.m., and was spent reaching for every little nook and cranny in the apartment, while we collected a pile of dust, hair, and other unidentifiable objects that camouflaged with the hardwood floors. Starting the job was always hard because who doesn’t like sleeping in on a Saturday?
Efficiency: Cleaning with Rags
If you think about it, vacuums and Swiffers are physically unable to clean the hard to reach corners because its rigid designs can only fit a certain size or larger. In a fast-paced society, it’s only practical to clean the floor with a rag because if you use a device, then you will have to go back again with a rag to clean the areas that the vacuums weren’t able to reach.
Today, I still get down on my hands and knees to keep my home clean. It has positively contributed to my obsession with +perfectionism+ over the years because who doesn’t like living in a clean home free of dirt? I know I do.
Besides the dirt, cleaning is cathartic because as I clean the floor, I also feel like I’m doing a spiritual cleansing. When I pour my energy into getting rid of the physical markers of uncleanliness, I release any negative energy that has built up within me.
I will admit that at times, I do feel annoyed towards the process. However, my aching back and sweat face is but a small price to pay. Looking at my sparkling windows provides such a great feeling of satisfaction that my pain is forgettable.
Beyond just the physical and spiritual reminders, cleaning has been a valuable tool to getting things done. You never want to do a shoddy job with a vacuum cleaner, but a thorough one with a rag. It’s better to get it right the first time, rather than go back to fix the mistakes that the lazy method has caused.
the girl who used to think of her mom as Lady Tremaine
IMAGE CREDIT: Tonya’s Touch
“I get obsessed with decorations and decorating the house. I keep it tasteful outside, but when you get inside it is a bit like Blackpool illuminations, I go bonkers!” – Johnny Vegas (via BrainyQuote)
Edit (01/02/2017): Two months later, this post is polished again, and I feel embarrassed about my constant promises to be consistent. As seen in my previous posts’ edits, I now have a schedule set in place that I am strictly following, so as to maximize everyone’s time and interest, so please enjoy (again)!
Edit (10/01/2016): Despite to remain consistent and follow a schedule, I fell back to my old routine, and things got out of control. However, I hope this post can rectify things, as well as show off my super minimalistic (or lazy, depending on your outlook) decorating skills in my new bedroom for the next hundred-and-something days.
I love minimalism.
As I did not come from a wealthy family, and did not have the luxury of a wealthy person, minimalism was a practical choice early on in life. For example, I would tell everyone that my favorite color was blue to explain why I wore the same blue-colored pieces, along with the staple black repeatedly. Even today, much of my wardrobe, as well as my go-to pieces are all black – though today, people will not judge as much because the severity of black silhouettes meant that you were chic and well-aware of fashion.
Minimalism translated into the homes I grew up in because of its simplicity and sophistication in a cramped living space. When you live in a closet sized room with a tiny window, posters and other décor is superfluous. New York City apartments have also taught me a valuable lesson: clutter is nonexistent because there is literally no room to accumulate such a mess. Hence, wall decorations was not something I bothered with. White walls also lent to cleaner, brighter, and larger looking rooms, so if the windows were large and the walls were bare, I was satisfied. However, going into college and living with friends, I felt self-conscious about the lifestyle I have pursued for the past twenty years.
Despite never decorating my room before, I always had a wish list filled with furniture and décor piece that I would love to buy if I had the money and space to put them in. The most important category on the list was decorative lights, ranging from string to fairy lights because we all know that you cannot have enough light. String lights are special because they do not take away form the minimalistic look, rather, they contribute to it, adding a cozy chic, ethereal feel.
facing north with gracia, a blog about minimalistic décor ideas had my idea represented visually. Like the pictures, my plan was to either have large frosted or clear bulb string lights hang like hanging ivy next to my dresser or bed, but unfortunately, Target did not agree with me because they were all out of stock of them, and only had rosette globes. Nothing against rosettes, as I purchased them, but I do wish that they were what I had in mind because my dream was not perfectly realized.
The rosettes hang between my desk and dresser, so I get a nice view of them every time I do work. I initially planned to have them next to my bed, but the outlet was too far off for the cord to reach, and I did not bring extra extension cords. Below is a picture of my lights at night; kind of cute, no?
I also have more decorations: black frames and another box of string lights from Target. At some point I may hang them towards the ceiling, only if I ever find the inspiration to do so. If I do, this blog will be first to know, well, besides my Snapchat friends
the girl who wants to live like a supermodel on a broke college kid’s budget