mischief always wins the war: why I'm such a snob about dressing nice.
so today I’m wearing like a floral top with a black skirt and plum coloured tights. not a very strange outfit to be perfectly honest, but in a sea of sweatpants and crop tops, it a bit out of the norm.
now I know I can sound rather snobby when I talk about other people’s style. this video is…
Story of my freaking life. I hate that so much, it’s like I have nowhere to wear “casual” outfits. When I say casual, I’m talking about an actual outfit, as opposed to a formal dress - not yoga pants and a bench or victoria’s secret pink sweater (the equivalent of the North Face jacket trend at Rachel’s school). I definitely believe that it’s always best to overdress, so that’s generally what I do. I’m always hoping that the girl stare down thing is all in my head (my boyfriend tries to convince me it is), but when I hear things like this it makes me wonder how many times this has happened to me without me overhearing. So lame.
