This dress still has the tags on it.
In all seriousness, though, sometimes I buy something with the best of intentions, only to find myself unprepared for how to wear it in real life.
The pink, the satin, the deep (deep deep) V ...
It all seemed like fun, until I realized I had absolutely no idea how to incorporate it into my wardrobe unironically.
Then I started a fashion blog and realized that basically everything I wear is ironic in some sense.
If "irony" is "a manner of organizing a work so as to give full expression to contradictory impulses or attitudes," I'd say I've perfected the phenomenon quite well.
One day I'm in a leather jacket and torn jeans, the next I'm parading around as Pocahontas, and oftentimes I'm just meshing the two together unceremoniously.
|dress: Madewell, tights: Anthropologie, hat: UO, boots: thrifted, ring: Parisian market, necklace: Target, watch: grandma's, sunglasses: cheap (not a brand, just an adjective)|
Never taking one identity too seriously is what makes playing with fashion so fun.
Am I right, or am I righter?