Have you ever started folding your clean laundry only to notice a t-shirt with holes near the bottom? Then one holey t-shirt turns into a few after the next load of wash. After that, you end up in my current situation; there are holes in about half of my band shirts and even in my work t-shirts I’ve only had for a month or two. (One of my Avenged Sevenfold shirts even managed to develop a hole in one of the armpit seams.)
Now, why does this happen? Sometimes it’s just the fact that shirts get old and they are giving the signal to toss them. (Which I don’t do, since I still have band shirts from middle school…don’t judge me.) But often, when the shirts are newer, it has a lot to do with the material as well as the shirt manufacturer being on the cheaper end mixed with abrasion against your pants and skirts.
Dealing with holey t-shirts during this move and facing the fact that they need to go after so many years, I discovered a few tips to try and salvage your tops for as long as possible:
Dresses are still sort of a new style for me, since I spent almost half of my life as a “tomboy” type of girl. My current job, however, convinced me to incorporate more dresses into my wardrobe and fewer baggy band shirts and sweatpants. I want my look to project the professional I perceive myself as to others. (Not to mention looking good always helps you feel good in general.)
A trip to JCPenney surprised me, though, when I saw this Maya Brooke dress. Patterns usually fail to catch my interest; I think the red jacket drew me in the most, though. I’ve been missing a sharp, business-like dress, and it just screamed that to me. I totally bought it.
But is it trendy, or is it just trash? Let’s break it down.
Regardless of your body shape or size, one thing most, if not all, of us women deal with is the difficulty that comes with shopping for clothes and shoes. With the minuscule irritations that come with the process, other than a temporary sense of frustration (or blind rage, if you’re me), we all also tend to develop negative images of ourselves which affect more aspects of our lives than maybe we ever realized. My insecure thoughts as a preteen and teenager due to my inability to connect with others my age mutated into the way I viewed myself overall, which then linked into my fashion (or lack thereof) all the way until college.
When I tried clothing on in a store and things didn’t fit, I shut down and gave up after one store. I hated myself to the point where I would have rathered worn my baggy cargo shorts until they looked like Tarzan’s loincloth than keep trying to look for new clothes and wear my shoes until the soles burned out rather than get new pairs. Clothes shopping literally enraged me, which shouldn’t be the case.
With that said, here are some tips that I’ve found helpful in my own journey over the past year and that I hope you find useful as well.
Greetings for the first time since January! I know it’s been a while since I caught up with everyone here, and I definitely don’t feel too great about it. Unfortunately, trying to figure out which direction my life may be taking while trying to maintain my sanity and balance other elements of life became a bit too overwhelming to work on this for a bit. However, my head is getting back into a better place again, so time to get back into the swing of things!
The dress in this photo of me is one of the sexiest things I have ever owned. I love the black and grey leopard print on the front (since I absolutely love my leopard print), and the dress clings to every inch of my body just right. However, with a tighter dress come more visible rolls and a more visible tummy. Yet I wear it, and I wear it without Spanx.
Hey there, lovely readers! I had some down time at work over the weekend and noticed that I haven’t posted any items that really struck my fancy recently. So I started putting together list after list by online window shopping, and Torrid was my first visit. I never gave Rebel’s collection a really good look to see what I like before, so here we go! (Let us also be proud of the fact that I didn’t buy anything while making lists.)
My grandmother has a favorite picture of me from when I was a little girl, and it sits right on a shelf with some of her other knick-knacks. In that photo, I’m a five- or six-year-old little girl wearing a white hat, big sunglasses, and a dress and applying a clear little lipstick from an old mini kit. (Even at such a young age, lipstick was my favorite thing.) I have such an intent look on my face, making sure it’s on just right. I loved all of my little lippies as well as all of my nail polishes.
Fast forward to 2005. I’m 12 years old and starting my first year of middle school; that little girl has disappeared. Now, I wear nothing but baggy jeans, band t-shirts, cargo shorts, skater shoes, and backward-turned baseball caps. I messed with some eye shadow and whatnot in fifth grade, but that was two years ago. I don’t own a single bit of makeup, nor do I own a single dress or skirt anymore. I don’t care about my appearance; hell, I’ve stopped caring about much of anything, at this point.