am i the only one who, in addition to being in the throes of quarter life confusion, is unsure how to dress any more?
i'll confess i just bought these in black. i like the literalism of the shape, haha a ballet flat, get it? but this blush pair is a little too close for comfort. i don't wear track cleats for fashion, so why would i buy a pair of point shoes? seems like i'm the only one, all sorts of reviewers and bloggers are gushing about this color. it's part of a greater trend i'm noticing, of dressing up instead of getting dressed.
What is the uniform of adulthood for our generation? There used to be a sort of graduation in clothing. You started in knee socks, you progressed to garter belts. but what type of guidance can we expect when 13 year old girls wear the same shoes and underwear as 50 year old hookers? when any minute urban outfitters will drop its new summer line and everyone is going to be running around in cutoffs and burkas?
don't get me wrong, i don't want people to stop being kooky and wearing backpacks made from stuffed animals when they're 47; nothing gives me more pleasure in life than seeing things like that. i'm just not sure how to gracefully grow and dress older myself. i can't throw in with the nudist lot either- i don't understand their rules any better. i know, i know, you want to be a naturist. that's cool man. but why do you wear sneakers and ankle socks then? why are the soles of your feet where you decide to get sensible? if you're going to protect anything from the harshness of outdoors, shouldn't it be your bits and pieces?
so can someone just give me the rules? tell me the length of skirts in inches on a sliding scale that coincides with my age? tell me when to retire t-shirts in neon colors with care bears and cartoon strawberries on them? can someone just tell me when i hit that spot in the middle of the venn diagram between stylish and appropriate?
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