the teacher said, that's no fair, give him back his underwear!

So *pretend that we were previously conversing so this interrogative introduction seems natural* when you lovely children get dressed in the morning (or afternoon, whatever your fancy), what do you envision? Do you dress according to mood? According to time? According to character? According to wildlife creatures?

Me? (Oh, look at you, friendly butterfly, reciprocating my inquisitions and jazz...) I'm not sure. I usually find something I want to wear and incorporate it into my outfit. Vrrrm - it acts like an "engine", if you will. You know, like check out this awesome BULL NECKLACE (refer to last outfit post) or et cetera et cetera. I also keep in mind where I'm going and how I want to portray myself. I know that sounds dumb. But it's true. If I'm going to school, I'll refrain from wearing my sparkly blazer (for now...). If I'm going to the mall, I always throw on skinny jeans and Uggs. Kidding. The latter was a (poor) joke. I will never do that. NEVER. (I know it's all about the "never say never." But screw that. NEVER. EVER EVER WAH WAH.)

Anyhow, that lengthy and aw-you're-pretending-it-was-interesting introduction was to feed you with more uninteresting news - which is, BAM, you guessed it! The origins of my outfit! Cool beans? Not really. But for some reason, I had this whole character stemmed up in my mind. Like, I rarely wear long skirts. So I felt rather sophisticated. Maybe a little too sophisticated. So BAM. In came the weird key chain in the hair. And multiple bows. And cat eye glasses with no frames (yup, I'm a fraud.) And leather gloves. And yeah.

Basically, at the end of this process, I decidedly created a new character for myself. Perhaps a product of a Tim Burton illustration, if you will. If anyone asked me what my profession was, I would cackle out a, "I'm a teacher... for the garten of kinders (kindergartens)." And from there, I would proceed into a sly smile that would suggest that maybe, just maybe, I'm not quite what I seem. Which is true. For I am not any kindergarten teacher, but I'm one that feeds children delicious rodents and gremlins that shrinks them to minis in my ploy to conquer the world! MWAHHAHAHHAHA!!!!
(Sadly, no one asked my what I did for a living. I think we all missed out.) (Not that I can cackle... Obviously the only thing holding me back from executing this brilliant vision of mine...)


MUSES (you have permission to fast forward, friends):

It was a fun day (in my head). I like how fashion is about dressing up. I like how it's about creating a persona. Okay, not necessarily a kooky gremlin-infested teacher every time. But I think there's always something. Outfits that have some thought behind it have a subconscious representation of an element of you, an element you want to personify for the day. (Me thinks.) Maybe a more happy, or more rocker, or more creative, or, gosh, more confident version of yourself. I like that daily transformation. It's a secret power to control. Kapow!

And I know that we shouldn't judge people for what they wear. But let's face it. We do. I love people. I believe in people. I believe in inner beauty. Yadda, yadda. But, hey, if I see you for twenty seconds, I'm not looking into your personality and see your angelic interior radiate. I'm looking at your exterior: what you look like, what you're wearing, how you carry yourself. We all do. Bam! You just passed me. I judged you! Bam! There's another! I judged you, too! I sound like such a turd face. But don't lie to me, you do that, too. Maybe in the pits of your mind where all the badness lies... But you judge. Maybe something as innocent as, "Oh, she must take really good care of her health" to something as low as, "I would never talk to that person." You judge. Hey, me too. (shh, we're all well-trained angelcakes, so know one should no this)

I think clothes have a life of their own. It sounds ridiculous. But they have a personality. And, somehow, this personality becomes a part of you - or at least the day you're wearing it. I'm intrigued about how clothes play into your personality and how your personality plays into your clothes. For me, I find that they kind of feed off each other. It's neat.

I'm not really sure what I'm trying to get at with these scattered muses or what point I'm trying to make or if I'm just infested with the Monday-blahs. I guess maybe it's that I don't mind being judged for my clothes, because I think they accurately represent who I am. At least for that day.

I guess I was feeling a little kooky and creative this day.


(Shirt - Value Village/ Thrifted $3, Skirt - Vintage $5, Blazer - Value Village/ Thrifted $7, Tights - H&M $5, Shoes - Value Village/ Thrifted $7, Belt - Pacific Mall, Bow in Hair - Unknown, Keychain - CNE, Glasses with sunglasses lens popped out - F21)

1. What rumbles through your mind when you get ready in the morning?
2. Clothing + Judgment + Personality...? Thoughts? (I don't know how to word this question, so I turned to my good ole' friend, arithmetic! Refer to the long blurb above and share your thoughts if you desire to be lured into my blah bubbles of thinking.)