Sullen Girl

Wednesday

I was feeling a little self-conscious with my outfit today... not like I looked terrible but that I looked retarded. I sort of felt that with my bulky not-straight-not-curly ponytail and super-dorky overalls, I just looked dumb and young and out of place. And yes, for some reason that I'm not aware of, my hand is on my stomach underneath the shortall bib. Weird...

'FEAR NOT,' I said to myself... 'For there is ALWAYS someone dressed worse than you, even if you look terrible.

It's neat because it's not the first time she's worn this dress to class. Last time, she had a bright green thong on underneath. I don't feel bad about posting this picture that I took of her in math class today because honestly, there's no way that she didn't know. It's so much more apparent from the front view. She's fully aware of her folly.

So basically, I might not be sexy or hot (or hott) in my dorky shortalls, but at least I can rest assured that no one is... er... laughing behind my back.

Tuesday

Goth the Marissa Cooper way... full skirt, ballet flats, and a cashmere tank. Is my tank cashmere? NO, of course not, it's like, cotton/poly or something. But Marissa Cooper's would be. In case you didn't get it, it's goth because of the skulls and the itty bitty ankh dangling ear chains.

I understand that Marissa Cooper would never be goth, but she would probably think she was if she wore skulls. Or at least her mum would and then she'd kick her Satan-worshipping daughter out of her mansion lest she get booted from The Newport Group or something equally inconvenient. A girl has to do more that fraternize with the minority gardener to get some damn attention.

Of course, Marissa ONLY wore Chanel. So, keep the ballet flats, screw the ankh earrings, and leave the skulls to.. who.. who would wear skulls...

OH!! Anna would wear skulls.

Cool.

Hello.

Let's try this again.

My name is Tabitha and I like clothing. I like shoes. I don't really like jewelry, but I'm trying to wear more. I buy hats because I think they look cute in the store, but never really wear them. Celebrity fashion becomes an obsession at times, but it's really pointless and a colossal waste of time. I have very few friends. I don't have a single article of clothing that cost me more than 100 dollars.

I don't really have strict like/dislike rules when it comes to fashion; there's pretty much an exception to every hard and fast rule that I have ever come up with.

For instance:

I hate leggings. Hate them. They make everyone look stumpy and I've grown to associate them with fat ghetto girls in my neighborhood that wear them with tight denim minis and cropped hoodies. HOWEVER, I could get used to a pair of pvc leggings if someone presented them to me. Or maybe those cute silver leggings from American Apparel... yes, I know. This ship has already sailed and crashed head-on into a group of lazy hipster-scenexcore kids and burst into flames, smelling suspiciously of burning plastic and Tigi, but still. Sparkly...

Which brings me to my take on popular trends. There is no take. I am ALWAYS late in picking up a trend. It's not even really a matter of being skeptical. Skinny jeans. Oh my goodness. I don't remember when that started because I was too busy being thoroughly oblivious. Trends now? I don't know. Big plastic jewelry? Pencil skirts? I have no idea. Are leggings still fashionable? I remain utterly incognizant; stuck in the past.

I hate when people who shop at Hot Topic go around saying "my style is unique" and "my style is totally my own." How strange! It's virtually impossible to have a style that's completely your own, unless you are fortunate enough to have couture dresses made specifically to your exact demand (or if you made a blazer entirely out of your own hair of non specified origins). If you've paid for it in a retail store, chances are that someone, somewhere, might also have it. I shop at Hot Topic. I shop there a LOT. I also know that I am an exact replica of everyone I've ever met, everyone who has ever influenced me. I am a copy of millions of people, fashionwise.

Basically, I'm nothing special. Welcome to Sullen Girl, Part 2.

S.G.

Goodbye

Well, it goes like this.

It occurred to me lately like a punch in the face, the way most things do, that I HATE this blog. I hate writing about who wears this or that, why I like "cute outfits," and what shit I want to buy but will never own.

This is a chore, a bother. A pain in my ass. Punch in the face.

I hate celebrities; I hate Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears and just about everyone I post. I hate this blog.

I am deleting it within the next couple of days. If anyone wants, I will be starting over fresh with just personal musings and outfits. I am not Susie Bubble, so please don't ask me to be more like her. I am not rich, so please don't tell me how cheap my clothing looks. I am a nobody who happens to like clothing (among many other things) and who pays for a little spot on the internet to write about it.

If no one cares, then it's gone with no replacement.

Thoughts:

*The camera that I want is pretty impressive looking, and I won't be afraid to ask people if I can take a picture of their outfit with it in my hand. I am hoping to eventually get a nice collection of genuine street fashion, just not with the Olympus that I use now.

*This summer, I have plans to do some extensive searching in some obscure vintage clothing stores for goodies.

*No more berating of celebrity fashion.... it's just so damn boring.

*I would like to be more inclusive of my fashion sketches that I turn in for my Elements of Design class. If anyone reads my Other Blog, they know what I'm talking about.

So yeah. Blog will probably be gone by tomorrow. I am a giant mess and I can't leave things that bother me well alone.

And happy Memorial Day to the U.S. people.

S.G.