At one of my jobs,
I (more than) frequently find myself saying the words:
"You should try belting it."
(for what it's worth, this doesn't go over as well in an office setting. just a heads up)
Ironically (or not - still iffy on the exact definition of that word), I've become a pretty staunch opponent of the very same accessory in my personal life.
It's an interesting phenomenon, to be sure - especially for a girl who belted nearly every item in her wardrobe throughout her 4 awkward years of high school.
So what now? Why the sudden aversion?
I think it all began when I realized that looking like you didn't care was cool.
The "coasties" (how us Midwestern folk refer those hated-but-actually-idolized girls from NY & CA) wouldn't be caught dead in an accessory that took more than a millisecond's worth of thought.
And if the boys were too cool for belts,
why was I any different?
Leaving your clothes hang loose, un-cinched, means you've got nothing to prove. You don't care if your clothes don't flatter you - if they downright drown you.
You're too confident, busy, beautiful to worry about that.
Belts are a conscious addition to an ensemble - finishing touches that require that extra bit of thought. Of analysis.
To negate the inclusion of a belt is to blatantly declare that you don't need to show off your figure. That you've got other things to worry about.
This theory is fantastic and all,
(aside from being unbearably bratty and over 95% based on assumption)
that is, until we address the fact that
belts are really cool.
|1. dvf, 2. sportmax, 3. ysl, 4. anthro, 5, dvf, 6. fossil, 7. alaia, 8. anthro, 9. free people, 10. vince camuto, 11. johnny was, 12: lanvin, 13. a mcqueen, 14. buckle, 15. free people, 16. linea pelle|
Like, killer cool.
Leather, wool, twine, brass, tweed . . .
all of my favorite textures can be found combined in one dangerously alluring piece.
|shirt: UO (cool one), skirt: Banana Republic (similar & here), belt: ?, necklace: Target, ring: Karen London|
So what's a girl to do?
You know me well enough by now to realize that "cool" is not exactly in my wheel-house.
That's OK, though. I've always got "weird".