I thought I would share a different kind of post today. It has absolutely nothing to do with the lack of post planning, photo taking and editing on my part. None. Ok, some. Or all. But you get a story out of it. Story time is good, no matter how old we are, right?
This is the story about….
Why I Bought Overalls
I am 26 years old and I own a pair of overalls. I do not live on a farm, nor do I partake in fly fishing. I bought denim overalls, to wear on my (then) 25 year old self, as a fashion statement. But, what kind of fashion statement do overalls make?
“I love my denim so much so that I desire, not only my legs be covered in it, but my torso as well.”
Hm, maybe, but not the statement I was looking to create. In all honesty, one day I thought, “Hey, overalls used to be cute; they should come back in style.” Be careful what you wish for; it’s not just a saying, it’s a truth. What did I notice soon after my wish to the Style Gods*? Overalls were popping up on all my favorite bloggers – The Man Repeller, That’s Chic, Blushing Ambition, Natalie Off Duty. And yes, they did happen to rock the denim off those overalls (figuratively speaking). I, of course, did not want to be left in the dust, especially being the sole creator of the resurgence of overalls. After a juice box some cheap wine and a night of Googling (and oogling) current overall styles and exactly where I could snatch up a pair – I settled on Forever 21; affordable trend Heaven. Blindsided with excitement and future visions of just how I would be styling my new go-to for hipster chic with the likes of Leandra and Natalie (and obviously becoming bbff – best blog friends forever – with them), I paid my twenty bucks and hightailed it home. I hung my new purchase in my closet (two weeks after I accidentally on purpose left them in the shopping bag on my bedroom floor) with dreams of denim hugs.
And there they hang, to this day. As much as I have tried, I cannot pass for anything but the slutty farmer’s daughter in these denim contraptions.
“Throw a blazer over them!” I thought. Well, that looks like the slutty farmer’s daughter has been playing dress up in her dad’s church clothes.
“Be brave! Wear a bandeau underneath for Coachella!” I urged myself. Back to the slutty farmer’s daughter.
So, there they hang. Tag still intact. I bought overalls at the age of 25 because I thought I was on the edge of an (re)emerging trend. Note to self: Not all trends are for you. Don’t be so quick to swipe that plastic. And put away the cheap wine.
So, there is my story.
After all that, I am not afraid to admit that maybe pant overalls, such as Natalie’s, may not be a bad idea.
Someone stop me.