Hey Everyone, guest blogger #2 up to bat. For those of you who don't know me, the irony of this moment cannot be understated. The fact that I'm blogging for Shayne Renee boggles the mind, only because literally half of her posts have been inspired by my fashion faux-pas. Every time I get a text message from her now, I cringe in fear of opening it and finding another, "Hey, do you mind if I do a blog post about [enter some horribly embarrassing thing I've done or worn here]?" To be fair, it's always done with love. To be even more fair, it's always needed.
However, my fashion sense has evolved considerably since high-school (and if yours hasn't, it's very likely that you have a problem). I can remember the very first accessory that I bought. I was on a shopping trip with my grandmother and she told me I could pick out whatever I wanted. I was about 7 or 8 at the time and I chose a black sequined clutch. For all those gala events I attended as a youngster, obviously. It looked almost exactly like this bag, from New York & Co.:
After that first bag, my clothing choices could be described as "sparkly." If it glittered or shone, I wanted it. I had a pair of pants in high-school that my art teacher termed "space pants," because they were ridiculously shiny, silver, and flared.
To see me today, you would never guess that I used to be one of the most outlandish dressers ever (bright yellow pants, anyone?). I'm so toned down now that if I wear more than one color for the day I text Shayne Renee with pride. In fact, until meeting Shayne Renee, I had once again swung my fashion pendulum too far in the other direction. If I were an artist, this would be described as my "black" period. (As a law student, I wonder if I'll ever escape it.)
Luckily, there's hope for girls like me! Thanks to Shayne Renee and CC&CD, I am reminded every day that fashion is an ever evolving process. That as much as you change over time, your wardrobe should change with you. I've slowly started reintroducing sparkly things into my wardrobe.
Take this bracelet from Target:
This is just enough shine to satisfy the 7-year old girl in me. Not as much as my jeans with gold-lame lightening bolts (true story). Sorry my fist is closed in the picture; my nails aren't polished. Hey, we can't all be like Shayne Renee!