In my effort to keep trying new things and get myself out of my comfort zone, I came up with an idea. Constantly throughout my life my friends and family have tried to get me to stop wearing black or try color or do something different. I’m a creature of habit. I find a style I like and I buy it all in black or monotone colors.
Laundry day looks like a giant black hole in our living room because it’s just black clothes everywhere.
I hate shopping and I hate trying things new, but I need to. So, with that in mind, I’m handing over my wardrobe for a day to someone in my life. They get to choose what I wear and I have to go out in it for the day and try to style it a bit to match me.
That may mean color, that may mean styles and cuts that are not my style. Thus the name of this series.
This weekend my boyfriend Rony was up first. We had our friend’s graduation to attend and since the dress I had ordered never arrived (apparently UPS lost it), we decided to go ahead and start with the first outfit.
It’s a romper. I don’t wear rompers. I actually bought one on accident last month and ended up splitting the legs and turning it into a dress. Most rompers don’t fit my body and end up making me look like one giant boob mass plus this one has sparkles on the collar. I don’t do sparkles.
Funnily enough, his mom had got this romper for me a year or so ago and I’ve never worn it. Safe to say, he’s sending pictures to her.
He also picked out these flats he got me from Mother’s Day (all his gifts were replacements of things the dogs have destroyed of mine) and chose my hairstyle and lipstick color. Surprisingly, it didn’t turn out too bad.
I got compliments and it didn’t impede me playing frisbee or volleyball besides the slight wedgie when I went to pick up things. I was comfortable and the thick fabric was flattering. Plus, it had pockets! I love pockets.
The romper is by One Clothing Los Angeles and as far as I know is discontinued. (Similar)
The flats. Okay, so here’s the kicker. They’re Crocs. I KNOW. I gave Rony the same look when I saw the box. But surprisingly, they’re not bad and comfortable and so far dog chew proof (I caught Leon chewing on them already. He couldn’t chew through them.) So yeah, I was judging super hardcore but they’re actually pretty nice. (Exact)
Overall, the experience wasn’t bad. I am reluctant to say but I did feel cute. But I’m sticking to my statement that this is still not my style. I felt very chic and though it was nice, it didn’t feel like me. It was nicer than I usually dress so in my mind, I feel like I have to go to a nice event in this rather than everyday wear.
Maybe it’s the jewel collar.
It did fit me really well. Like surprisingly well. It was slimming on my waist and I didn’t feel like my boobs were swallowing everything. There was a bit of fabric puckering near my armpits, but not too bad. And the pockets were so nice.
All in all, Rony didn’t do bad. The most common comment was that it was very Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Not bad, not my usual look.
We’ll see how it goes. I may attempt to break this out again and try to make an effort to add it to my looks. At least it was black and I didn’t feel too out of my norm.
Cross your fingers the next one isn’t too weird.