A garment studio in Deep Ellum, Dallas. This photo was taken during Thanksgiving Day, so I got to creep in the window for shots. I’m really interested in the designs that come out of the place — which has a great space. 💃
A garment studio in Deep Ellum, Dallas. This photo was taken during Thanksgiving Day, so I got to creep in the window for shots. I’m really interested in the designs that come out of the place — which has a great space. 💃
At least in D.C., the fashion trend for the past few years has been very short shorts.
The problem is that with my “pandemic 15,” the short-shorts tend to make me look like a fat baby. However, now every time I try to wear what used to be normal-length shorts, I feel like I’m dressing like the lead singer of a late-90s rock band.
I may be old, but these biscuits are not definitely limp, so, fat baby look it is. 👶
Fall is here, and the days are getting colder and shorter — so of course I purchased a Hawaiian shirt for Gunter.
…and what a Memorial Day Weekend we had…
Verk!
I think if I just donated 5 bags of clothes then I get to snicker around the store for a few minutes.
Alesus and I went to the H&M in Edina’s Southdale Mall. It was a hot mess. We spent about 15 minutes skipping around and gasping.
First up, Goodwill-style mom jeans with matching top ala Home Improvement:
Poor mannequin. She’s trying to work it, but alas, fail.
I hung out with Jorde tonight. I keep a set of Miami-transplant friends in Minneapolis because they remind me that I am not, in fact, crazy. Call us snotty, but we don’t wear tennis shoes with dress pants, or eat at nightclubs.
The adjustment to Minneapolis was easier for me than it was for my Miami friends up here, mostly because I spent 12 years in Wichita. Although I do occasionally rock some Calle Ocho/Lincoln road tacky, like bright pink shirts.
And yes, there’s a blurry blackberry picture of that:
I frequently share an elevator with a guy who looks just like Michael Buckley. Until today I have only exchanged polite nods with Buckley in that “I’m acknowledging your fashion sense” sort of way, but today Buckley broke the ice:
Buckley: “Nice shoes.”
Me: “Thank you.”
Buckley: “I have a similar pair, but my boss would kill me if I wore loafers1 to work. Even nice ones.”
Me: “I am an intern, so we are expected to look a hot mess anyway.”
Buckley (cackling): “I didn’t think you guys were aware of that.”
Earlier: Amber’s Skill and Competence.
1 Joseph Abboud loafers.
Amber does not appreciate the fashion sense of one of her classmates, Zeb.
Zeb is a 2L at Amber’s law school and is about my weight – not obese, but too big to wear skinny pants and man leggings.
Amber: “So I’ve seen his ridiculous snow boots and I’ve seen the skinny pants. But what amazes me is that I’ve never seen Zeb repeat an outfit! So he has a huge closet full of clothes and EVERY SINGLE PIECE is ill-fitting and inappropriate.”
See also:
Reasonable people can disagree on what specific clothes are appropriate, but the idea is that you should look put together and comfortable.
Your clothes should not be distracting, and inappropriate clothes are distracting.
On one message board, a NYU student said that she wore shorts and flipflops to orientation.
And well, while that may be acceptable at some schools, I would like to reiterate my point in plainer language: although you are unlikely to get “into trouble” for wearing flip-flops to orientation, it is not a good idea to wear flipflops unless you receive an email or letter from your school that says “wear flipflops.”
You don’t have to show up to orientation in stilettos, sporting a bucci bag, and doing the Halle Berry, but save the frump for finals.
It’s professional school, not the beach.1
Now, NYU Law may have people hiking around the city – but that’s atypical for law school.
At UMinnesota, they take the “class picture” during orientation. It’s a picture that gets blown up and put on a wall – and yes, the people wearing khakis and the Jesus-sandals look silly.
But seriously.
Show up in flipflops.
It’s fine.
Just remember that you knew better when you find yourself standing next to this girl.
Again, the idea is to look put-together, and not messy, stuffy, or awkward.
1And while I’m on my bitchy gay rant: no chipped nails please.
Extra Reading: I recommend “First Impressions: What You Don’t Know About How Others See You” for a scientific perspective on how we come across to others. I wish that I had read this book much earlier in life.
Today, before the start of Crimlaw:
Jack: “Are you looking at my rolly backpack?”
Jill: “Yes. And judging accordingly.”
Jack: “What? I got it for my birthday and I’m so excited about it.”
Jill: “That’s nice.”
Jack: “…I just got sick of carrying so much shit around. I had so many bags and I looked like a homeless person.”
Jill: “You can buy cute bags though. Note my big purse and briefcase. Or, you can try using your locker for books you don’t need.”
Jack: “And I just want my rolly backpack to be socially acceptable!”
Jill: “It never will be.”
