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I stumbled across this on Pinterest the other day and it kind of irritated me. For one, it is inaccurate. Zero is most certainly a size; I know this because sometimes I wear it. I also sometimes wear a 00, or a 2, or a small, or a medium, or an 8 (in shoes), or a one-size-fits-all. I think that most women, both smaller and larger than I, can agree on one basic point here: size doesn’t define us. Whether my dress is a size 00 or a size 16, what matters is not the number, but the way I feel while wearing it. That being said, can we stop with the body-bashing already?! Making negative comments about thin women is just as wrong as hating on bigger women. If women with curves can be proud of their bodies, why can’t I be equally happy with mine? Sure, my size doesn’t define me, but I still don’t appreciate being told that my natural body type isn’t okay (on a t-shirt, no less!). We should be promoting satisfaction with our bodies, not hating thinner women for something they often can’t help. I have never heard anyone criticize Jennifer Lopez for her curves, yet most normal women couldn’t achieve such a body without the help of some major implants. So why do thin women, the “size zeroes” of the world, get so much flack for their bodies? One reason is, of course, the fashion industry’s depiction of the stick-thin model as having the ideal body type. But here’s the thing: designer sample sizes are small; it makes sense economically. Runway models are meant to showcase clothes, not to set the standard for the ideal body type. And while eating disorders do exist within the modeling world, many of these women are simply tall and thin naturally. I can certainly agree with the idea that the fashion industry should encourage healthy habits for models and represent a wider range of body types on the runway and in magazines. But that doesn’t mean that thin women deserve to be treated as if they are not beautiful. When you feel beautiful, you are beautiful. If you feel beautiful at a size 16, fantastic. If you feel beautiful at a size 2, equally fantastic. Let’s stop bashing thin girls and love ourselves and other women for who we are, not the number on our tags. So yes, zero is a size, sometimes I wear it, and I am beautiful. 

I stumbled across this on Pinterest the other day and it kind of irritated me. For one, it is inaccurate. Zero is most certainly a size; I know this because sometimes I wear it. I also sometimes wear a 00, or a 2, or a small, or a medium, or an 8 (in shoes), or a one-size-fits-all. I think that most women, both smaller and larger than I, can agree on one basic point here: size doesn’t define us. Whether my dress is a size 00 or a size 16, what matters is not the number, but the way I feel while wearing it. That being said, can we stop with the body-bashing already?! Making negative comments about thin women is just as wrong as hating on bigger women. If women with curves can be proud of their bodies, why can’t I be equally happy with mine? Sure, my size doesn’t define me, but I still don’t appreciate being told that my natural body type isn’t okay (on a t-shirt, no less!). We should be promoting satisfaction with our bodies, not hating thinner women for something they often can’t help. I have never heard anyone criticize Jennifer Lopez for her curves, yet most normal women couldn’t achieve such a body without the help of some major implants. So why do thin women, the “size zeroes” of the world, get so much flack for their bodies? One reason is, of course, the fashion industry’s depiction of the stick-thin model as having the ideal body type. But here’s the thing: designer sample sizes are small; it makes sense economically. Runway models are meant to showcase clothes, not to set the standard for the ideal body type. And while eating disorders do exist within the modeling world, many of these women are simply tall and thin naturally. I can certainly agree with the idea that the fashion industry should encourage healthy habits for models and represent a wider range of body types on the runway and in magazines. But that doesn’t mean that thin women deserve to be treated as if they are not beautiful. When you feel beautiful, you are beautiful. If you feel beautiful at a size 16, fantastic. If you feel beautiful at a size 2, equally fantastic. Let’s stop bashing thin girls and love ourselves and other women for who we are, not the number on our tags. So yes, zero is a size, sometimes I wear it, and I am beautiful. 

That one skirt…

You know, this one. The absolutely disgusting yet unapologetically fabulous pink polka dot floor duster that I still can’t get enough of. I pulled this lovely (or lurid) skirt for a friend’s grad party last night. 

I toned down the fabulousness with a plain white tank, casual sandals from Forever 21, and a simple necklace. When working with a piece that’s a little outre, such as this skirt, it’s often best to pair it with simple, basic pieces. But then again, it’s always fun to experiment with different zany looks. With a skirt like this one, you could try a voluminous blouse or a clashing pattern, or perhaps layers of gypsy jewelry. 

And now for the great bag debate: the vintage Gucci vs. my go-to cotton carryall from Outreach Uganda? The Gucci definitely puts a sophisticated twist on this laid-back look, but ultimately I chose the latter bag. The casual shape and fun tie-dye pattern make this bag coordinate much better with the hippie-esque outfit. And talk about ethical fashion- Outreach Uganda employs men and women in war-torn Uganda to make its products, and uses the profits to pay wages and battle poverty in these areas. My bag was handmade in Uganda, and the money I spent on it went right back to its maker. You can check out Outreach Uganda’s website here

Springtime for Gaga

(sung to the tune of Springtime for Hitler)

I paired my well-loved Gaga shirt with delightfully pajama-esque (and springy!) shorts from Strut in Austin and a springtime arm party worthy of the Man Repeller

Dying and Going to Shoe Heaven

I had the pleasure of dying and going to shoe heaven (Neiman Marcus) a few weeks ago, and I couldn’t resist sharing some of the fabulous footwear. This summer’s shoe selection is absolutely to die for: both kitschy (Prada, bottom row, far left) and classic (Michael Kors, bottom, far right) styles are abundant, and the always fabulous juxtaposition of tough and feminine (Valentino and Christian Louboutin, top row, far left and middle) is well represented. But of course, my bank account isn’t nearly vast enough to bring these lovely shoes home with me, so I must resort to admiring them online in a freaky, stalker-esque manner. 

If you’d like to join me in my admiration/stalking…

Clockwise, from top left:

1. Valentino Rockstud Classic T-Strap Pump

2. Christian Louboutin Lady Max Spike T-Strap Sandal

3. Kate Spade New York Caelyn Patent Flower Wedge

4. KORS Michael Kors Holbrook Sandal

5. Tory Burch Dalcin Wicker Platform Wedge Sandal

6. Prada Flame Wedge Sandal

Bonjour

I didn’t go into this shoot thinking “I’m going to try my absolute hardest to emulate French people”. I was just wearing a striped shirt (classic Parisian style) and wanted to pair it with a tutu (tutu=ballet=French). So there you go. Now all I need is a baguette and a handsome male comrade named Jaques. 

The striped shirt is a fantastic go-to piece, especially if it has unusual detailing like the sheer paneling and asymmetrical stripes on this one. And it may be irrational of me, but I personally believe that every girl, whether she be a ballerina or an ungraceful nerd like myself, needs a tutu. 

The lace-up Via Spigas also offer a fun twist on ballet style- although if I were a real Francophile, I’d sport a good ol’ pair of ballet flats (preferably Chanel).

 

I tried my hand at Frenching in a Gap t-shirt, tutu from Forever 21, Via Spiga heels, mom’s belt and necklace, and my mad scientist glasses…

 

…you know I call them my mad scientist glasses for a reason!

In other news

I now have my very own domain name! Hoorah! While you can still access da site through the old tumblr handle, my new and more compact web address is…

wearx3.com

(no www.)

I also have a facebook page! I’m not making much of an effort to encourage people to ‘like’ it, but it’s nice to have my foot in the door. You can find that at facebook.com/wearx3. 

And now here is a picture of my dog wearing a necklace, so this post kind of relates to fashion:

Take a Walk on the Wild Side

Not the Lou Reed song, but…

ANIMAL ACCESSORIES!


If you and I are friends, you are probably aware that giraffes are my favorite animals in the entire history of everything (if you did not know that, now you do, and I guess that indirectly means we are friends). But even if I didn’t have a soft spot for the magnificent creatures, this bracelet would still be unbelievably cute, because THEY ARE NUZZLING. THIS BRACELET IS MADE OF PHYSICALLY AFFECTIONATE GIRAFFES. I mean, come on. 

And the safari continues with my elegant elephant pendant. He’s a perfect example of a very discreet form of animalistic accessorizing, and is fabulous for layering with other neckwear. I found the elephant at Charming Charlie, which is a really fantastic place to go for inexpensive, trendy accessories (animals included).

Unfortunately, the dachshund brooch was in pretty sad shape when I nabbed him from my grandmother’s jewelry box. But doggone it (see what I did there), he is too cute, especially when pinned on a Peter Pan collar. Personally, I like when vintage finds are a little shabby. The wear and tear add character!

I have inherited some pretty fantastic jewelry from my grandmother in my seventeen years, including some extremely valuable and heart-warmingly sentimental pieces. But this necklace is probably my favorite of them all. Why, you ask? 

A) Giraffes

B) Giant, gaudy, wooden beads

C) Giraffes

I’ve been wearing these lovely shoes since Christmas, and I still can’t get over how awesome they are. Plain red ballet flats? Gorgeous. Plain red ballet flats with cheetahs sewn on to them? OMG Gorgeous. Plain red ballet flats with cheetahs sewn on to them in such a way as to make the arch of the cheetah’s back the outline of the shoe? It’s like dying and going to heaven. I found the glorious cheetah flats at Urban Outfitters, and while they admittedly aren’t the greatest quality shoe, the fact that I have cheetahs on my feet tends to distract from that particular reality. 

So while I can’t count a huge number of animal accessories in my repertoire, I can vouch for the fact that they make you feel fierce. Either that, or they’re cute (see: nuzzling giraffes), and will make you say “aww!” every time you look at them. So take a walk on the wild side when it comes to accessorizing! You won’t roar-gret it!*

*I am really and truly sorry for that awful pun. 

Denim on Denim (stay with me here)

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: DENIM ON DENIM IS NEVER OKAY. But there is, in my opinion, one exception to this rule. 

Denim on white (denim). No, not gray denim on blue denim. Denim on denim can only work if the colors are completely and totally opposite, and therefore if one of the pieces doesn’t even really look like denim. Could this policy apply to the superlatively on-trend colored jeans? Maybe. I can definitely see a blue denim shirt like this one with red or coral skinny jeans. But nothing remotely similar to blue or gray. Ever. Please. I braved the double-denim taboo in an Ellison shirt, Miss Me jeans, Belle by Sigerson Morrison flats and earrings from World Market. 

Obligatory Prom Post

Prom. Forever immortalized in pop culture, forever idealized as the epitome of one’s high school career. Is it really that great? No. Just like anything else in high school, it’s what you make of it. But luckily, I made it into a pretty awesome time. 

Well, this is it. The monstrosity, the myth, the legend. I spotted the dress on Feathers’ blog, and instantly, some unconscious internal desire for pink tulle was sparked. My mom and I arranged an Austin trip within the week, and by some miracle, or fate, or divine act, it fit. And I just knew. It’s from the sixties, and is basically an exact replica of what my grandmother wore to her prom. Modernity, be damned! I’d rather be a pretty-in-pink cupcake princess any day. (PS- earrings from the always fantastic Parts&Labour, and bracelet also from Feathers). 

My dashing date was my best guy friend Joe (he took some pretty cool pictures for me a while back, which can be referenced here). Nothing starts a night off better than goofy (and some downright awkward) pictures!

Happy happy, scenery scenery. I can’t get over how unbelievably flattering this dress is. Pouffy chest+pouffy skirt=inhumanly tiny waist. When will twenty-first century designers catch on!?

Unintentionally grainy piano shot. Taken by Joe.

The icing on the prom cake was the fact that I decided to forgo heels in favor of my Doc Martens. Disregarding the angry red marks around my ankles (dancing in leather combat boots and low-cut socks is never a good idea) the Docs were perfect. 

Fantastic time with fantastic friends in a fantastic outfit. Excuse my cheesy sentimentality, but prom really was a night to remember! 

Desi-licious

Today was Desi Day at my school. I didn’t originally plan on participating, as I am not actually of the Indian subculture. But how could I possibly pass up the chance to wear a sequined pink tunic all day? 

Thanks to Aparna/Victoria for the loan!

Please excuse my ridiculous overediting.