Drowning in fabric.

It's becoming a problem, really. 

People have started to comment, and I'm finding it difficult to explain. 

I touched upon it recently, in a post entitled "XXL", but my obsession with the oversized and has really gotten out of control. 

 

It's getting to the point now where I don't even bother with the sections of the store that deal in reasonable sizes. Nope. Instead,  my awkward pigeon-kneed self waddles on over to the land of the large (& x-tra large) to dig through piles of dowdy apparel sufficiently saggy enough to suit my strange sartorial preference.

What ignited this incessant desire, I do not know. I'm guessing it has something to do with the pre-fall collections in which figure-flattery and fit were cast aside in favor of god-awfully long and boxy silhouettes. 

That, or the recent sale at Gap that left me choosing between sweaters of the oversized variety. 

Either way, my propensity for purchasing baggy items has reached a peak. 

And seeing my love reflected in recent designers' collections makes me wonder - when is frumpy chic, and when is it just....frumpy? 

sweater: Gap (similar & here), skirt: Forever 21?? (similar), shoes: Author (similar & here & here), watch: grandma's, necklace: Target, rings: Karen London, Brandy Melville

Why can models rock the runway in knee-length blazers and drop-crotch trousers, while everyday people suffer second-glances for the same decisions?

Is it something about the clothes? Structure, tailoring, fabric? 

Or it is it only the context that makes a difference?

(i.e. Why do I look like a bum?)

Do tell. 

Cheers.