Fashion

Spending my summer working at J. Crew has really fostered a love of fashion. I look at clothes in a completely different way: I see the entire outfit by looking at one piece and can judge (usually) how well an article would look on me (with the exclusion of those things that are weird on the hanger but fabulous on). I did this on my last big shopping extravaganza with Rachel. We were at Delia's looking at cropped, 3/4 sleeve tops (pictured right) and I knew immediately how great this would look on her. She, like most people, wrinkled up her nose and shook her head; and it wasn't until after much pleading that I convinced her to at least try it on. The result: she loved it and ended up purchasing it. I have the same top in orange with the Eiffel Tower in the center.

I notice that I'm taking fashionn risks. I mean, I bought a pair of legging-like pants yesterday at work. I say legging-like because they're actually pants. They have a zipper in the back, they're thicker than denim, and they are called the Elastic Waist Pixie Pant. You see, I have this thing with people who wear leggings as pants. It just shouldn't be done. Ever. These, however are more like a nylon/spandex blend, fitted, cropped pant. (And they make my butt look great!).

Even today, I almost bought a denim button down. I decided not to because I don't think I'd wear it as much as I initially thought, but it would look really cute with these new pants.

Although I'm enjoying this new-found love, it's doing hazardous things to my cash flow. This summer, my net pay (pre-tax) is $845.59. How much of that do I actually have? Maybe $200.oo. Where did the rest of it go? It went back to J. Crew. Like most young women, I've found it hard to curb my lust and want for these clothes. See, I've really never been like this; I've never been one just to blow cash on things that I, frankly, didn't need. I'm usually one of those people that won't buy anything unless it's dirt cheap or I really do need it. And I've always been that way.

Can I rest part of the blame on my passion for fashion or a personality change? Or is it just because I'm bored here in Funkstown when I'm not working and going to the mall is a great way to be out of the house for an extended amount of time. I'm really hoping it's just a phase and I'll get over it when school starts because I can't continue to spend my money this way.