The Eye

Fashion blogs come in plethoric abundance. The individualists, the hipsters, the city gals, the beach babes, and the urban-ights all set out to explain their beliefs in this glorious fashion kingdom that surrounds us. Many of these ladies (and gentleman!) belong with the lions and lionesses of the kingdom, young, fresh up-to-the-minute socialite types, I, however, am nothing but a feeble gazel living in Suburbic hell whose greatest connection is the manager at Wal-Mart (whom I don't actually even know, the joke is quite sad considering it.) So why, do you ask, would someone so low in the food chain start writing a fashion bog hopefully steered towards the hierarchy of fashionistas? Well let me tell you... I'm embarking on a much greater task. As a child, my mother used to put me in ridiculous matching outfits, as I'm sure many of your parents did to you. Polyester, ruffles, frills, beads, spandex, specifically, I remember cheap plastic suspenders, and somehow, by God! somehow, she would ALWAYS be able to "match" it with some extraordinary head adornment that was ghastly. This is no reflection on my mother's own personal style, I find her quite hip in fact, she was just a sad victim of 90's children fashion (following her alleged statement that all our clothing was bought at Macy's.. "a very trendy store".. as she said). So, due to being dressed a majority of my childhood, my individualsm in fashion didn't really emerge until I was in middle school, which truly was such a horrid time for it. Why you ask? Simply answered, because I had absolutely NO TASTE. Around junior high, things were looking up! My taste may not have gotten better, but my body surely had! I was a svelte, 5'10, thin, young lady.. and by golly milking it for every pretty penny it was worth! With me, the tighter, the better. I went through many phases at this time, punk, lil-goth, hate to say it, but a tad reveling, and finally rounded it out with the sweats period.. which remained with me through my high school education. However, along with the love of not brushing my hair, knit hats (or as my family likes to call them, Justin Bobby hats.. see The Hills), and sweatshirts in high school, I also developed something that may haunt me for the rest of my life, the eye. Now, to explain the eye fully, I fear you must in possession of the eye to completely understand. The eye is my taste, my sense, my love, my addiction, my everything when it comes to fashion. When the eye catches a glimpse of something gorgeous, it's done, I'm obsessed and I need it! Now, has this brought on a tiny case of shopaholism.. perhaps. And now, as a recent graduate who is in direr need of money, the temptation of the eye (which reminds me of the eye of salomon on Lord of the Rings every time I type it.. who, lets face it, also had a little addiction, but his was more specific to jewelry) grows ever stronger! So, in attempt to prevent any (for now) further spending on frivolous clothing, I shall express my love and devotion to said pieces and moments and inspirations in this blog! I hope you enjoy fashion as much as I do.. now I'll insert something clever.