3 Day Fashion Degression8:00 AM
My "fashion" lasts for three days. To put it another way, my willingness to spend sleeping-in time on looking nice lasts for about one day...and then I just roll with the vestiges of fashion for the rest of the week.
Day One happens on a shower day. Something about spending thirty minutes in the shower and ten minutes combing Rapunzel's locks makes me think to myself, "Look, why not take a few extra minutes of your morning to wow the world with your potential modeling capacities?"
Normally I knot my long wet hair into a bun of some sort because if you know me, you know I hate feeling wet things. Two feet of wet hair makes me sad. I decided to celebrate today's spring showers by leaving my wet hair down in boho fashion. (Okay, okay. It was actually because I was running late to my bio class.)
I usually steal my roommate's dresses. Here I'm wearing her dress, her sweater, and I was wearing her shoes, but they rubbed a blister into my right pinky toe. Just the right one. (I have asymmetrical feet?)
Also in celebration of spring, I've been wearing more of a light makeup palette. (Why is Bailey talking about make-up?? I don't know. I've been reading fashion blogs? I'm shaking things up a bit? Surprise, I'm a girl? Take your pick.) Anyway, I add a nude eyeshadow with a bit of light brown in the corners because nobody actually will notice what I do with my eyes, and I figure adding two colors instead of one makes me more eyeshadow savvy. Then I line my lower lid with brown eyeliner with mismatched tails in the corners of my eyes. I hate eyeliner. I use a brown pencil to prevent the Middle School Raccoon look....and the I Should Know How to Use Eyeliner but I Don't look. You know what I mean. Then I finish it off with a coat of mascara and a little bit of pink lipstick.
I love lipstick. I don't like leaving gigantic pink mouth imprints on my steak burrito. I don't like picking colored dry skin off my lips. I don't like scrubbing off lipstick stains on my boyfriend's Monday morning suit jacket. But I do love lipstick in the abstract...enough to wear it on rainy spring days.
Day 2 and I'm already going casual. T-shirt and jeans, normally. Never a college t-shirt, mind -- a nicer shirt and good-fitting jeans. Not the jeans I wear to fight practice that are currently muddy and balled up somewhere in the closet. And I'm sure to be wearing my gray wedges until the ground dries out enough to pull on my flats (all of which are falling apart).
Make-up is whatever survived the night. Maybe I'll scrub off mascara stains if it migrated underneath my eyelids in a socially unacceptable way. If I'm awake enough to remember, I'll slip some Eos lip balm across my lips to hide the telltale signs of chronic dehydration. I never brush my hair. In fact, I'm surprised I put it up this morning. Day 2 usually involves taking my hair out of its nighttime ponytail and letting it flop voluminously to the side. I was interviewing an adult today, though, so I couldn't go totally careless. I stuck some bobby pins in for a tipsy tousled top knot and called it good. My favorite scarf and some flower accessories made it looked like I cared a little more than I actually did.
Day 3 and I'm so done.
Showers? Hairbrushes? Style? What even are those and who even cares?
Mascara slides still further down my face, mingling with the dark under-eye circles. Hair usually gets a few tiny knots by this time.
I throw my hair into a ponytail and pull out the first pair of pants and the first shirt I find crumpled up on the floor.
I won't tell you about the rest of the week. It's all down hill from there.
How does your style progress...or degress...throughout the week?