Part of me wants to pretend that the reason that I wore socks with heels was because it was sort-of-but-not-really cold out, and it was the most practical wardrobe adjustment I could think of.
The rest of me hates the part of me that wants to try and logically justify a very obvious attempt at being trendy.
So I'll listen to the 3/4 Gabby that would sacrifice comfort for fashion in a nanosecond and just own up to the fact that I'm a follower.
I copy people. But it's cool. You know why? Because where I live, it's definitely not.
Cool, I mean. It's not cool. Nor will it ever be cool. Well, not for a few years, at least.
Which is why being edgy here is so much easier.
I don't know if you knew this, but I've been slowly working up the nerve to hightail it to NYC in the next few months. Which terrifies me.
Because my stupid "quirky" "I-could-never-pull-that-off" inciting manner of dressing won't be original. Or intelligent. Or regarded as alternative in the least.
It will be either 1. Already considered overdone by anyone legitimately cool or 2. Weird but not that weird b/c I'm assuming nothing in NY is really that weird to begin with.
So what am I to do?
True- I dress for myself, but part of me dressing for myself is not dressing like anybody else.
Which will be difficult in a city overflowing with a billion I-don't-dress-like-anybody-elsers.
So socks w/ heels?
|jeans: MIH, tee: Gap (some goodies), shoes: BCBG (similar), socks: Walmart (yay socks)|
I better revel in its originality while I can.
Because in no time, I'll be just another sock-and-heeled idiot with a fledgling fashion blog on a desperate quest to find, instead of forecast, "what's next".