Pretending to be a Fashion Blogger

Being in Colorado for a little over a week meant packing a suitcase (groan). That being said I could only bring so much with me-which primarily involved dirty laundry (because I don't really enjoy putting things that touch my crotch in washing machines used by people that aren't related to me....jk, that's just my excuse for being lazy). I'd also like to note that I packed maybe 20 minutes before I had to run out of my apartment. I guess sometimes limited resources lead to great success! Here I will explain the 3 dresses that were my stand-out pieces back home.

This dress is from my internship-a sad little article of clothing that was waiting in a pile of poorly folded (by me) clothing for someone to love it . If there's one thing that I've really come to appreciate during my internship it has been craftsmanship. My wardrobe is filled with Forever 21, H&M, and sprinkled with "brand"s which are primarily known for their name and not their quality. Although I enjoy my sense of style and love all my clothes in an unhealthy, obsessive-boyfriend kind of way, I've come to find that some clothes just....feel good. I don't have to fiddle with this dress all day long-she does what she's supposed to. Just sit there and act pretty. I guess that's what you get for $350 retail.

As the Betsey Johnson ship was sinking I gathered up my hard-earned cash and headed to the sample sale. I definitely do not do this dress justice; it is absolutely precious. I could barely get the zipper up but I had to have and how perfect is it for attending a wedding rehearsal. I'm like the weird daughter my Dad's new wife never wanted. Surprise! I guess that's what you get for $350 retail.

This last dress I really am not too fond of. I hemmed it the night before the wedding and did a less than stellar job - but then again, hey! It's not like I'm the one getting married. It was, however, perfect for my position in the wedding. I was chucking flower petals as if it were a fuckin internship. Yeah, internship, not job, because more ass-kissing than money-making was involved in this endeavor. Nonetheless, at least I got to wear a bra. Long live strap-ful dresses! And check out that cowl....mmmmmm, gurrrrrrl.


As for the rest of my time, this is what I looked like...