Has anyone else ever noticed how the dumbest things are suddenly fun when you're wearing cool clothes?
Remember high school? And how just a simple walk down the hallway instantly became this fantastic runway experience the moment you put on something you loved?
Or college, when your new jacket made the hike to class this marvelous out-of-body experience?
Why is this? I can't help but feeling that it has something to do with our outward perception of ourselves. Dressing up (a subjective phrase, obviously) is so much fun because it changes how we see ourselves fitting into various situations.
For example, when I dyed my hair, I suddenly saw myself interacting with others in an entirely new way. Instead of a mousy nerd super girl, I imagined all of my conversations featuring a much edgier protagonist.
|dress: thrifted, blazer: Zara, sneaks: rocketdog, necklace: Karen London|
Instantly every interaction is refreshing. Instantly, your life becomes this strange set of experiences in which anything could happen. Who knows how differently the girl with the dark red hair and combat boots might react to say -how long her decaf-coffee-after-3pm-Americano will take (but REALLY Starbucks????) Or how she'll deal with talking to that one random bartender who she may or may not be secretly-but-not-really-so-secretely stalking on the reg now. Or the subsequent retraining order.
but actually I'm creepy
Either it's that - or we're truly feeling the effect of the clothing, and their energy is translating into enthusiasm for the most mundane of tasks.
the moral of the story seems to be:
When in doubt,