Catch Me, If You Can.

Entry 19

Greetings, Earthlings.

This past weekend, I ventured home to San Diego to see family, friends, and about eight-five dozen tamales. I also spent a lot of money on clothes and two pairs of Vans shoes, and with that, an experiment popped in my head. 

So, for the past five days, my goal was to wear all my new clothes and pick a different outfit each day. I've never been one to dress like a fashionista, but I feel like college is the time to shine and express myself, so why not do with through fancy and nice clothes? 

I kicked off Monday with an all black outfit, which happens to be my favorite color (okay, fine, black is the absence of color, but y'all get what I mean) and I was more than excited to wear it. I wore a black shirt with the Vans symbol in white lettering, black joggers, and black slip on vans to top it all off. It was comfy, simple, and nice to wear on a breezy day. To be honest, I felt powerful, and I felt confident with what I was wearing. Mondays may blow, but my outfit still killed it. 

Tuesday is my busiest day of the school week, which also means that I had to wear only the nicest clothes I bought. I strolled out of my dorm in a white with blue plaid button down shirt (wow, that was a mouthful), faded blue skinny jeans, and my new prized possession: a pair of white slip on vans. Not gonna lie, I felt like I could be on the cover of a magazine. It was a cloudy day, and I felt like the bright white in my outfit really shined on me; some people called me preppy, but I'll take that as dressy super nicely. 

The weather was super wacky Wednesday, since it was cold in the morning and hot in the afternoon, so I went with the casual t-shirt and jeans look. I wore a white Quiksilver shirt that had a cool green/orange/red/black design on it with black jeans and my white vans (again, yes. I'm obsessed). With it, I made a daring move (in my eyes) and wore a black flower crown I had stashed away in a drawer. I looked in the mirror, and it felt great. I literally whispered, "I look good," to myself, which may be seen as conceited but I see as growing self confidence. I had never worn the flower crown in public, but SO many people complimented it that I couldn't stop smiling at all, even when I was bored to death in my math class. Black and white is a signature style for me, but it tended to be more black than white. It was the opposite on this day, and I felt like it stood out more. I'm not usually one that tries to stand out, but I enjoyed being in the spotlight today.

Not gonna lie, Thursday was a bit of a rocky day because I spilled food all over myself in class and had to go home and change. So, by the end of the day, I was in a black shirt that was titled "YOU READ MY SHIRT, THAT'S ENOUGH SOCIAL INTERACTION FOR TODAY" (I was not having it, my shirt let the world know that), along with khaki colored jeans and standard black vans. It wasn't anything too over the top, but Thursdays are usually the days I cave in and wear something a little more sloppy, so it was a win, even though I spilled pasta and rice all over my first outfit. Yeah, definitely had to do laundry after that. 

For the first time since birth, I wore regular clothes all five days of the week. I never have enough motivation to dress nice all the time (I'm wearing pajamas as we speak), so I was proud to finally be putting on my final outfit. Like the beginning of the week, I wore all black; shirt, shorts, my stance socks and shoes. It was all black, and it was fantastic. It was the perfect weather to wear it, and I felt awesome in my favorite (lack of) color. 

Overall, I was super tired at the end of the week, but dressing up was definitely worth it. It was a new motivation to dress up without an occasion and find different ways and styles to express who I am and who I aspire to be. I may not be a Hollister model, but I was definitely rocking the La Verne scene this week. 

Thanks for reading, folks; have a merry Sunday.