Style Thoughts: Pre-written
[EDITOR'S NOTE: I wrote this a while ago, but felt it should probably go up, so...here it is.]
It’s been a night for blog maintenance. I’d like to get in the habit of keeping this thing regularly, since I have a lot of style, fashion, makeup, lifestyle, and sartorial thoughts. I didn’t keep up with daily outfits (and I predict I probably won’t between work and the semester) but I’m going to actually try to get off my ass and get something written up here every day.
So. Today I am thinking about a couple of things. I quit smoking earlier this week (as long as you don’t count the occasional cigar, because there’s something in a good cigar and a glass of expensive liquor to celebrate a victory) and I’m trying not to respond to that by biting my nails more so… They’ve been a couple colors.
Earlier this week they were the combination I will always think of as “Devil Wears Prada,” a coat of Essie’s Ballet Slippers under Essie’s Marshmallow. Tonight I went with Cerise Noir, by Sally Hansen, a clear knock off of Chanel’s Rogue Noir. It’s definitely a more adult color, dark red. Between that and my super bright red hair (I dyed it again yesterday with the help of one of my best friends) I’m feeling like this is a kick some butt, get some things done week.
I also bought some fishnets yesterday. Two pair of nude, and one of dark brown. I’m not really sure I can rock black fishnet anywhere except a bar (which I don’t really go to any more) or a club (see previous) but I think I can rock nude fishnet at work. It’s part of my whole self-redefinition.
I wrote some before about how I wore the ill-fitting sweaters of goth, and punk, and grunge. But ultimately as I’ve grown up I’ve realized that I’m much more high-maintenance princess, femme-fatale. Give me my shocking red hair, and my shiny sleek nails, and my perfectly tailored pencil skirt. A dirty martini and a pair of dangerously high heels. (Make them tweed for day and sleek black patent for night.) A spritz of perfume, something girly and floral and a little dark on the undernote. Something that whispers long after you’ve left my desk.
I fantasize about being this woman, who swings a well toned leg out of the passenger’s side door of a sleek car, something a bit curvy and classy grey or dangerous red.
