I have to admit that I am not the greatest fan of fashion blogs. I follow a selected few run by people who have a unique style and mix fashion with other aspects of their life, rather than focus on designers, new collections and fashion weeks. That shit’s not for me.
If I am good at something that is spending a lot of time on the internet and wasting my energy thinking about useless things. During one of these deep research sessions I realised that, as amazing as these bloggers are, they dress according to what they’re doing and not how they’re feeling. Or at least that’s what they say.
Maybe it’s because I am the sort of person who will go to work in a band tee and ripped jeans and then go to a show wearing a dress,
but I definitely don’t dress according to the occasion* but to my feelings on that certain day. One day I might feel like a massive bag of potatoes and try to emulate that feeling by hiding myself behind my clothes as much as I can, and the next day I might be having a good day put on lipstick to do something mundane like going to university (yes, lipstick is for special occasions).
So it is this theory of mine that made me decide to – gasp – do some outfit posts. You might remember my previous two three outfit posts, especially the one titled “the reason why I don’t do outfit posts” and wonder what the hell I am doing. Well, this is not going to be the average “I’m going on a frozen yogurt date dressed like I came out of a 1950s fashion magazine, so here I am casually posing in a forest” post, but a more realistic take on the whole issue.
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I am inaugurating this feature with what is in my opinion the hardest thing in the world besides mastering the German language; looking nice trying to look nice when you’re premenstrual. I wore this to go out for lunch with my friends, but that is not the point. The point is that I was feeling bloated and huge, my breasts were swollen, I couldn’t stop sweating like a pig, my legs weren’t shaven and it was about 35ºC degrees outside.
Skirts were absolutely out of the question, so I settled for these black trousers merely because they’re more comfortable than jeans. The next step was to find a top that wouldn’t show any sweat patches and was big enough for me to hide under it. This one from Topshop was the best option I could think of, it’s cool and the scalloped edges are cute and make it more interesting than your average black top. Plus wearing all black is supposed to make you look slim, right?
But now I faced another problem. I couldn’t leave the house wearing all black and looking like an emo kid lost in the mall. This outfit needed some colour. I had recently purchased an extremely girly pair of shoes, and that colour is my favourite these days. Easy. Plus, I remembered I had a handkerchief in a roughly similar colour and that it was big enough to tie around my head. Sorted.
And this is how I dress when my hormones go crazy
* exceptions are weddings, job interviews, funerals, beach days, boring jobs and sometimes visiting my grandma.
