Hi everybody, I hope you’re all staying safe and healthy! It’s been a little while since I’ve posted on here so today I am trying to make a strong effort to get back into it. It’s not even that I haven’t been enjoying writing, and more so that I just haven’t been in the right headspace to sit down and do it. However, this week is going to bring about some really positive changes, and I think that is going to make a huge difference for me and my ability to focus on my passion projects. So, as some of you may know, I currently have to commute fairly far via walking and public transit to get to work, but as of tomorrow, I will be working at a MUCH closer location to my house! So that is going to save me a ton of money and time, and additionally, I won’t be spending any more time at the old store, which was frankly a very negative and toxic work environment for me and several other people. Everyone is really happy that I found a way out of the store, albeit, they’ve said they’re all going to miss me very much. I miss them too already, but it’s not too bad, because I’m friends with several of my coworkers outside of work and I see them fairly regularly anyway. I’ll definitely keep you guys updated on the new store. I am a little stressed because they haven’t scheduled me as many hours as I’m used to working and that’s going to put a damper on my ability to pay December/January bills, but oh well, it will work out. It always works out in the end.
I spent the last few days with Nathaniel and his family for Thanksgiving, which was very lovely, and we stayed locally and didn’t expand into huge groups or gatherings, which I feel relieved about. The virus is very scary, and I’ve been trying my best to take it seriously by wearing my mask and maintaining a distance from others. However, like I said, I spent this past weekend with a very small group of family, and we were all very careful, so I feel pretty good about it. Nathaniel and I went to visit some cows at a local farm we love, and we got some great pictures from that!
Unfortunately, Nathaniel’s family is currently going through the loss of a family member- his grandfather. It was very sad for me to see him suffering emotionally from that, but I am grateful at the same time that I was able to be with him and help him get through it as best as I could. I had met his grandfather a few times, and I always loved spending time with him. He’s also an artist, so we had several conversations together about art and our favorite painters.
That’s pretty much all that’s going on right now. I’m very happy to be reunited with the girls, Susie Q and Jenna- I missed them so much! I’m looking forward to the week ahead and especially to work at my new store tomorrow. Stay safe and I’ll talk to you guys soon!
For this month’s little ramble on human behavior, I thought I’d talk about a metaphor I think about frequently and have definitely posted about before: veils. For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about, I’ll leave the little excerpt from the book that first explained this concept to me here:
“Mom says each of us has a veil between ourselves and the rest of the world, like a bride wears on her wedding day, except this kind of veil is invisible. We walk around happily with these invisible veils hanging down over our faces. The world is kind of blurry, and we like it that way. But sometimes our veils are pushed away for a few moments, like there’s a wind blowing it from our faces. And when the veil lifts, we can see the world as it really is, just for those few seconds before it settles down again. We see all the beauty, and cruelty, and sadness, and love. But mostly we are happy not to. Some people learn to lift the veil themselves. Then they don’t have to depend on the wind anymore.”
This quote is from a book called When You Reach Me by Rebecca Stead- a book I highly recommend, by the way. And ever since I first read the book about ten years ago, I’ve been thinking about my relationship with my own “veil” a lot, and what seeing the world with one means to me. After taking a required Ethics class back in college that discussed the theory of Rawl’s veil of ignorance, I began to think even harder about it and how other peoples’ veils affect their feelings towards themselves and others. And I wondered, years after first reading When You Reach Me, if perhaps Rebecca Stead was thinking about Rawl’s theories as well when she penned the quote.
Anyway, today I wanted to talk about what this means to me and how shifting my view of the external world has created an internal change within me. Instead of the wind softly blowing my veil out of my face, I feel like 2020 has just ripped it away completely. For me, there were several moments of my veil being snatched away and forcing me to look at the world how it really is: COVID-19. Racial Injustice and the deaths of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, and countless others. Wildfires scorching across the hottest places on earth and mercilessly destroying everything. Hurricanes. Politics. Corruption. Shootings. Death.
And then, aside from those worldwide, universally-traumatic events, I had my own private life changes that shifted my view of everything. And not all of them were bad, actually. Falling in love with Nathaniel (and realizing I have everything if I have him) was a huge shift in my world that lifted my veil and opened my eyes to what true love means. Moving out of the house and getting my first apartment, being on welfare and working a “real job” and doing everything for myself, by myself, shifted me without me even noticing. Because sometimes, you don’t even see the change happening until you suddenly wake up one day and realize everything is different now.
Going through coronavirus and being forced to examine how broken things are in this country, and how I, even unknowingly and blindly, have been contributing to a corrupt system by ignoring it, has really forced me to reevaluate everything. It has made me realize that although I have my own problems in my life, and my struggles are valid, there are other people around the world who have it ten times worse than me. There are people who are losing their lives, their loved ones, their faith in humanity, and their homes. And while I have my own share of loss, I still feel inclined to open myself up to the world with arms of empathy and kindness and sorrow, ready to help in whatever way I can. I am ready to un-learn old ways of thinking and continue to think critically about how I can be a better light in this world for others.
I’ve noticed that these external changes in my life have subtly changed the way I think about a lot of things. I feel quite comfortable in my own skin now, and I’m probably the happiest I’ve ever been in my life, despite all of the scary things happening around me. I’ve noticed in the past six or so months that being a harder worker has made me a brighter, kinder person, who appreciates human interaction and connection more than anything in the world. I’m the person who will start a conversation with anybody- the old man sitting next to me on the train, the person behind me in the grocery store line, or the customer ordering a coffee from me at work. There’s something about 2020 and needing to feel connected to everybody that has made me want to throw positivity around like confetti.
There’s another veil-lifting moment I want to talk about that struck me a couple of weeks ago. I went back to my hometown for a couple of days so that I could visit my eye doctor, and I ended up staying overnight with my dad. He put dinner down in front of my face- it was a piece of pizza from one of my favorite spots in New England- beach pizza from Tripoli’s. And I don’t know why it was this exact moment in time that struck me so strongly, but I just stared at that pizza in awe and looked back up at my dad, like, “Wait, you’re sharing your food with me? This is for me? And you don’t have to buy food with SNAP benefits? And I don’t have to clean up the dishes?”
I don’t know if I’m doing a great job of explaining how astonished I feel, so let me try again. For the past few months, living on my own and paying my own bills and just trying to get by on welfare living with two people who I don’t like very much (and definitely don’t share anything with, let alone pizza,) my brain was just having a really hard time processing what my father was doing for me, giving me some of his food. And in that moment, I felt my veil being lifted, seeing my world for how it really is, and how much I have changed along with everything else around me.
Another veil-lifting experience of pure happiness and astonishment: A few days ago, Nathaniel was walking me back to the train station after I came to visit him for an afternoon cup of coffee. The sky was playing some sort of an optical illusion that evening and the sun looked ginormous and red and beautiful, like a big glowing circle of red construction paper, and the clouds were streaked with pastel oranges and purples, and he proudly pointed out the sun to me because he knew I would gasp with delight. And I don’t know why, but there was something about that evening and Nathaniel showing me the sunset that made my eyes well up with tears and my heart feel so full, I thought it would burst. I remember I just grabbed him and hugged him so fucking hard, and I felt so happy to be alive in that perfect moment with him. That, to me, was another moment of lifting my veil and taking time out of my usual day-to-day life to stop and appreciate the world for what it really is.
It’s moments like that which remind me why I have so much to be grateful for and appreciative of every day. I may not have much, like reliable food or enough quarters to do my laundry, but I have all the blood red sunsets and ten-minute hugs I could ever ask for. And that, for me, is something I’ve never even had to consider before this year.
This was actually harder than I thought it would be to write, because there genuinely aren’t that many trends that I dislike. And even if I do find a trend I don’t like, I have a hard time dissing it because I genuinely don’t want to step on anybody else’s vibe. Even if I don’t like something, it’s not my place to shit on it, you know?
Anyway, after scouring my instagram feed and the internet for a little while, I did find some trends that I’m not the biggest fan of. Again, if you want to rock any of these things, I promise I’m not trying to put down your style. They’re personally just not for me, and this is all in good fun!
I’ve never been a fan of square-toed heels, to be honest. There’s just something about them that makes me think of colonial men and founding fathers. I also don’t understand the appeal of making your feet look more…boxy? Like, when I’m trying to dress my feet, the last thing I want to do is make them look more square. I’d pick a pointed-toe over a square toe shoe any day. I personally think pointed or rounded shoes just look so much more elegant and refined- what do you guys think?
I actually don’t really have a problem with bucket hats- I’m just not a huge hat person in general, and bucket hats are REALLY trending right now. I understand it goes with the whole Billie Eilish, Gen Z tomboy-aesthetic, but for me personally, whenever I wear a bucket hat I feel like a 4 year-old boy. If I am going to wear a hat, it’s going to be a beanie or a baseball cap, or something else more form-fitting and indie. There’s just something about that damn hexagon hat that I don’t vibe around with, thank you for coming to my TED talk.
Pink & orange
Pink and orange is apparently a trending color combo right now, and I have to say, I’m not a fan. I am definitely a more fall-toned and jewel-toned kind of gal: burnt oranges, dark grays, etc., so bright pink and orange is just not a color combo I’m drawn to. It makes me think of Bikini Bottom and kitschy summer aesthetics, and I honestly just don’t think it looks flattering on everybody. Then again, I literally wish it was autumn year-round, so maybe I shouldn’t be allowed to have an opinion on what summery colors are “in” at the moment?
Let me defend myself by saying I think all of these women are absolutely stunning, I just really hate the mullet trend. First of all, I feel like a mullet isn’t a practical hairstyle to have long-term. What does it look like when you let it grow out- is your hair just really full and luscious on the top, and stringy on the bottom half? I have so many questions about the logistics of the mullet.
There’s nothing I can say about this one that’s worth trying to justify, I just flat-out think polo shirts are ugly. Maybe it’s because I associate them with being in middle school, but I truly just do not think they are flattering or fashionable AT ALL. I cannot think of a single person on this entire earth who I think could pull off a polo shirt. They look ugly on everybody. Case closed.
Well, that felt awkward to write. Like I said, I really don’t like ragging on anybody else’s personal style, but these are the trends so far in 2020 that I just can’t see myself giving into. Do we share any opinions? Do you disagree with any of these? Let me know in the comments!
2020 has been an interesting year for all of us, and we’re only about halfway through it. Obviously, the global pandemic is causing a lot of chaos and turmoil in my own life, but that’s not the only eventful thing to happen for me this year. In fact, every month so far has more or less brought its own changes and milestones for me. Today, I want to go through the events of my life so far in 2020 and muse over them with you. We’ve still got six more months until 2021, and I can’t even begin to imagine what the next few months will bring to my life.
January | Completely aside from coronavirus, like I said, the past few months have been an extremely eye-opening experience for me. Last September, I entered my senior year of college, and the third week of January marked my final semester as a college student. For a couple of reasons, I was entering my final semester with my head held high and a sense of relief and calmness. Fall 2019 had been a successful semester for me self-esteem and emotion-wise, but health-wise, I went through a really difficult period of insomnia and debilitating anxiety. I was looking forward to this upcoming semester because I had alleviated most of my insomnia and my anxiety, and I was really proud of the progress I had made with my health. Fall 2019 was also the first semester during which I felt really comfortable and happy with myself, so I was looking forward to continuing those friendships and seeing my friends again. I know that self-confidence doesn’t really develop overnight, but for me it kind of…did? Last fall, I really just woke up one day and noticed that I was happy with myself. I felt good about who I was and the person I was becoming, and other people seemed to notice the new me, too. I was laughing a lot and I was making other people laugh, which was an amazing feeling. This absolutely carried into January for me, and being reunited with my college friends felt so good! For the first time in my entire college journey, I was hanging out at other peoples’ dorms, eating with friends at the dining hall, and feeling comfortable giving presentations. I was also starting to daydream quite a bit about graduation (and actually dreaming about it as well;) thinking about how I was going to decorate my cap, visualizing myself walking across the stage, etc. Obviously miss ‘rona kind of killed that dream down the line, but oh well, that’s life.
February | February was probably the most confusing, stressful, wonderful, and turbulent month of 2020 so far, hands down. So where do I begin?
I guess I’ll begin on Sunday, February 2. I was single at that time, but I wasn’t really thinking too much about it or putting myself down about it. Actually, I was having the time of my life, and really enjoying going on casual dates, feeling really happy with myself, spending most of my time with my friends, etc. A couple of nights before Superbowl Sunday, on that Friday, I went to a small party at my friend’s dorm and had a pretty good time drinking wine and playing video games with my friends. I was supposed to go out on a date with a girl in Cambridge the next day, but when I woke up on Saturday morning, I was so goddamn hungover, I asked her if we could push it to Sunday instead. So we did. And on Sunday, I was still feeling like shit, but I didn’t want to cancel again because she seemed really nice and I was dying to get off campus. So I dragged myself out of bed, put myself together, loaded my Charlie Card with $4.50, and hopped on the green line towards Park Street. I remember being a little bit anxious about going out to dinner that night, predominantly because I was exhausted and I felt like shit, but also because I had basically zero dollars at the time and even the train fare was stressing me out. I also really don’t like taking the train by myself at night, and since I had to go all the way to Alewife from Riverside, well, I definitely thought about cancelling again more than once.
So I got to Alewife, and the date was okay. Like I said, she was a really nice gal, but I definitely didn’t feel a spark with her and I was totally annoyed with myself on the train ride back to Riverside. It kind of felt like a waste of an evening, considering I was already debating staying in that night, and with the way things had gone at Bertucci’s, I was really regretting the evening. I got back onto the red line, took the train inbound to Park Street, transferred to the green line, and around 9pm or so, I transferred off of the shuttle bus and made my way down to the Reservoir station for the rest of my stretch back to campus. And then something unplanned happened.
While I was waiting at the platform, checking out all of the other people waiting for the train, I noticed a tall, good-looking guy with long blonde hair falling in his face leaning against the wall, with his headphones in and his nails painted black. But it wasn’t the fact that he was cute, hunky and blonde that caught my attention, it was the fact that he went to the same college as I did and we had had a class together last semester. So I decided to go over and say hi to him; particularly after the stressful night I’d had, it was honestly such a relief to run into somebody I vaguely knew at a random train station in Boston. He told me he had just seen Little Women by himself at the movie theater, and that it made him cry a few times, and he’d probably go see it again. I told him that Little Women was one of my absolute favorite books. We got on the train together, we rode the train together, and of course, we walked back to campus together, considering we were both going that way anyway. Turns out, we lived about a house away from each other. A few minutes before we parted, I offered up my phone number, and he texted me about five minutes later. “Hi, it’s Nathaniel!”
I honestly wasn’t expecting anything to come out of this interaction. Even though I voluntarily offered up my phone number, I still didn’t really think that anything would come of this. I mean, like I said, I was just busy focusing on myself and hanging out with my friends, drinking moscato and staying up until 2am every weekend. But then I started to make time for Nathaniel, too, and I discovered that he wasn’t anything like I had imagined before. Like I said, we had a class together in the fall, and I’d always sort of imagined him as this weed-smoking bro dude who probably liked to skateboard and listen to rock and roll. And yeah, he is into rock and roll, but besides that, I got everything else wrong. He was sensitive and inherently kind, he was a bit gritty around the edges but he still had innocence, he was painfully shy but he wanted to open up to me. So, naturally, we became fast friends with a surprisingly deep bond. We went for evening walks around campus together, musing over our shared interests (and our differences,) and we swapped poetry books and movie suggestions and music trivia. As for me, I wasn’t even self-conscious of overthinking anything at all, I was just happy to have him around, with no expectations and no pressure for any specific outcome.
Then, the day after Valentine’s Day, I was at a small party in my friend’s dorm. I wasn’t drunk (or even that tipsy, to be honest,) but I was definitely feeling really bubbly and happily delirious after all the laughing and a few sips of vodka. Around the 11pm mark, I was still wide awake, but I was feeling about ready to head out. And then when the girl across from me started throwing up salad in her mouth, well, that was my call to leave. Without even really giving it a second thought, I texted Nathaniel and invited him over to my dorm to watch Sky High, and he was there, in my room for the first time ever, in about ten minutes.
We DID watch the movie, okay? But then something completely unexpected happened, which was that we started kissing after the movie ended. And that night, I went to sleep happily with Nathaniel laying next to me, with bits of blond hair falling in his face, and the window was open, letting in the cold winter breeze to air out my room a little bit. And since then, we’ve been completely inseparable. Up until coronavirus happened and all the students were sent home after spring break, we spent about 3-5 nights together, listening to the Grateful Dead and stargazing, sitting on my roof and eating peanut butter crackers.
When I started dating Nathaniel (or Buck, as his family and I call him,) I felt a sense of internal clarity that I had never experienced before. I’d been in love before, but this newfound love I’d found with him felt like I’d suddenly been let in on this big secret of the universe. Like I had discovered something magical that not everybody gets to experience until it happens to him or her, and here I was, staring at his sleeping face in the glowing moonlight, knowing without a doubt that I’d found my life partner, my perfect person, the man who I was going to marry and buy a house with and grow old with and probably have cute little babies with. And with that realization came the peaceful clarity of true love that so many of us find difficult to describe.
February wasn’t all smooth sailing, though. With the addition of Nathaniel to my life, I also lost a beautiful, strong friendship with one of my favorite people on the planet. I can’t say very much about that, since it wouldn’t be right to breach her privacy and share those details on my platform, but I will say that a very huge misunderstanding turned into the ultimate termination of a friendship I thought would last forever. What I can say is this: if you know that you are doing the right thing for yourself in your heart, then that’s just what you have to do and you can’t beat yourself up about it. Losing that friendship as a result started dating Nathaniel really sucked, and I cried a lot and even threw up a couple of times because of how I was feeling about the whole thing, but eventually I just sort of had to reach an internal peace with myself. Like I said, falling in love with him gave me so much happiness and clarity, I just had to stop caring about what other people thought about me and us. After all, our love story only concerns two people- him and me. In retrospect, I can safely say I made the right decision.
March | Ah yes, March, the month coronavirus really slapped me (and everyone else) in the face. I have to be honest, at the beginning of the pandemic, I didn’t really take it seriously. I was one of those people who compared it to a bad flu and believed that everyone was overreacting. I think everything started to really hit me all at once around March 12th, because that was the week my college announced that the campus would be closing after spring break and classes would resume online. Obviously I was terrified and saddened, but I actually didn’t react as strongly as you may be thinking. I honestly think I just numbed myself out to everything: no graduation, no senior week, no more friends…I just didn’t think about it and completely shut down inside. Even still, I haven’t even really thought very deeply about it; I’ve been feeling very reclusive and quietly angry about the whole thing, but I haven’t cried once. I packed up all my stuff, cut my bangs (lol,) said goodbye to what had quickly become my favorite place in the world those past few months, and moved home. I still haven’t seen any of my college friends since, except for Nathaniel, of course. Coronavirus could take away my graduation, my friends, my classes, and my spring break, but I refused to separate (both physically and emotionally) from him. It’s hard not being able to see him every day like I did at school, but we see each other fairly often, and we’re always very appreciative of our time together.
Coronavirus was really hard on my mother too, as a nurse in the Greater Boston area. There were a couple of times when she came home from work crying from frustration, and I felt terrible that I couldn’t do anything to make the virus go away. To be honest, we probably both had it at some point, considering we lived together and she was regularly exposing herself to the virus by going to work every week. However, I’m extremely proud of her for staying strong and resilient during the pandemic, and she deserves the very luxurious, lovely vacation she’s planning with my stepfather this summer (if the social distancing regulations allow it, of course.)
April | April was supposed to be yet another milestone in my life for me, since my 21st birthday was on the twelfth, but honestly, it just felt like any other day. I’m not exactly saying that in an inherently gloomy way, because I don’t like a lot of attention on my birthday anyway, but I was looking forward to drinking margs with my friends at Chilli’s instead of spending the day by myself, locked away in the apartment while my mom was saving lives at the hospital. Unsurprisingly, I don’t really remember my birthday, but that’s alright. I’m just thankful that I got to have one, and that I am able to be on this earth for another year, safe and healthy, surrounded (afar) by my family and loved ones. I don’t know if this happened in April or not, but around this time, I also started to feel much more like an adult and like a woman. I actually just looked in the mirror one evening and realized that I felt…different. I had been doing a lot of realizing and developing since January, so I think that played a large part in it, but I definitely have felt like a different, more mature person since then. April was quietly moving and substantial, unlike February and March, which really hit me like a bus.
May | Ironically, May should have been the most exciting month of the year for me, but it was actually the most boring. I will say that I moved into my first apartment, which has been exciting, but also very…lonely. I am grateful for the things I have and the support around me, but I can’t help but wish things were different. I wish I was walking across the stage in my cap and gown, like I had been daydreaming about all the way back in January. I wish I had a job and money to spend, instead of counting my quarters at the laundry machine and forgetting my debit PIN at Walgreens because I hadn’t even used a card in so long. I wish I was living with Nathaniel and waking up next to his sweet face every day instead of waking up alone at 4am with anxiety attacks and the train thundering right outside my city window. There are so many things that I wish had turned out differently, but that’s okay. When things don’t go the way I plan, I simply try to say, “I expected that,” and then I move on with my life and hope for a better tomorrow. Life will not treat you any kinder or any fairer just because you’ve been through a few things and you think you deserve it.
June | While the spring brought the devastating wave of COVID-19, summer brings its own sparks of chaos and turbulence. Police brutality, protests and riots, and the murder of George Floyd have been centric throughout the month of June, as they rightfully should be. It’s high time we discuss these horrible racial issues in our own country, and I am proud to be a part of such a critical movement. These uprisings across the nation have also given me an opportunity to examine my own privilege and work even harder at being a better person and ally for my vulnerable friends and surrounding communities. I have donated to organizations, signed petitions, and tried my best to spread awareness on social media, but the battle is far from over. If you have the time and resources, please consider doing the same! Additionally, it is more important now than ever to support black-owned businesses and companies.
Although some may believe that 2020 is a horrible year, and I do understand that sentiment, I also believe it has sparked so much growth and conversation across the world. Rather than holding the mindset that 2020 is the worst year ever, I am trying to remind myself that 2020 could be one of the most important years for us. We must take these lessons and privations thrown at us and respond with strength, courage, and action- ranging from coronavirus to civil unrest. I truly wish everyone a safe and happy rest of the year, and I am looking forward to seeing where the rest of 2020 takes us. You are stronger than you believe, and I know we can get through anything!
I’ve always been so fascinated in clothes, makeup, and the general idea of how style evolves over time. For that reason, today I want to review all of the fashion/beauty trends thus far in 2020. I want to cover everything from what color palettes are “in” to what textures and prints people are loving right now. Without further adieu, let’s get into it!
60s Wallpaper Prints
Of all the trends I’ve come across online, this has to be one of my favorites. I’m a huge lover of all things vintage, especially elements that are particularly feminine. Fashion in the 60s was such a time of creativity, freshness, and truly, so much joy and freedom within the newfound wave of clothing. Back when I was studying fashion in college, I remember absolutely loving learning about clothes in the 60s and how paramount this entire movement of art really was. I can’t really afford any new clothes right now, but I’d totally love to pick up some vibrantly-patterned, colorful clothes for this summer. I also love the blocky shapes of the dresses as well!
Campy, Colorful Throwbacks & E-Girl Fashion
This trend is particularly popular among the younger generations, as it draws a lot of inspiration from the early 2000s and the nostalgic, cartoonish feel of that era. I personally have been utilizing this trend myself in my own personal style: tons of blush, fake freckles, shaggy hair, and lots of pink eye makeup. I think it’s a really unique adaptation of the punk/emo movement combined with traditional Japanese fashion, and I think the elements with the look are so universally flattering as well. What do you think about this wild trend?
Bright Warm Tones and Faded Cool Tones
According to the Pantone website, top colors for the Spring/Summer 2020 are going to be bold reds, cool blues, army greens, and of course, a couple of pastels. I have to say, I actually think that this is a really gorgeous combination of colors, and totally unexpected in the best way. You normally don’t see such rich, primary colors associated with the warmer months, so I think it’s a really interesting twist on what to expect from NYFW. I’m personally loving the saffron, the coral pink, the biscay green, and the flame scarlet. In case you haven’t put two-and-two together, these colors also truly complement the 60s wallpaper trend!
To be honest, just looking at these pictures is making me itchy! I think crochet is absolutely beautiful to admire from afar, but I’m also pretty sure I’m mildly allergic to wool. Anyway, this is yet another totally unexpected trend that I didn’t see coming for 2020. I suppose it makes sense to use a warmer yet breathable fabric in the warmer transitional months, particularly since these crochet designs can be layered up or layered down easily. I also really love the intricate, boho designs of these pieces, and I see quite a bit of 60s influence as well.
You can judge me all you want, but I think this recurring hot pants trend is absolutely fabulous. For someone such as myself with a curvy profile, high-waisted shorts tend to look much more flattering than anything super low-cut. You’re definitely not going to see me sporting anything cheeky, but those black high-waisted hot pants right there? I want them on my body right now. I love these looks from 2020 runways as well, particularly since they highlight so many fun textures and intricate patterns. 2020 has really taken hot pants up a notch and transformed them from trashy to chic.
For me personally, I think Bermuda shorts are kinda hit-or-miss. Depending on the cut, fabric, and size you choose, they can either look super momish or very high-fashion. I personally love the way looser, belted Bermuda shorts look, such as in the pictures I included above. I also totally love the way the shorts look when paired with a graphic tee- it’s so sleek and casual at the same time! Just like with the crochet trend, Bermuda shorts can be a great transitional garment to incorporate into your wardrobe as the months slowly warm up.
This style certainly isn’t for everybody, but I personally think it looks absolutely gorgeous when the right person pulls it off. For example, I could NEVER pull off Dua Lipa’s blonde and black streaks, but I think it looks absolutely stunning and so interesting on her. Definitely very 90s! I’ve also been seeing this trend pop up on my instagram feed quite a bit, particularly with colorful dye instead of traditional colors. I think it’s very youthful and creative, and I’m very curious to see how this hair trend changes over time.
Anywho, that’s going to be it for today! What did you guys think about these trends? Would you try any of these? Let me know in the comments!
In step with last year, I’m going to be recording my New Year’s resolutions here on the blog so I can keep track of my progress. I’m going to divide this into physical, mental, social, and career goals, because I think it’s a good idea to have a well-rounded group of all four. I am pretty happy with where I am now, but there’s always room for improvement!
-Improve my sleep health and *try* to combat my insomnia
-Get my driver’s license. Does that count as physical?
-Try to go to the gym more often
-Watch every single Bill Murray movie this year
-Give myself more credit and appreciation for the hard work I do
-Take more days off when I need them for my health
-Completely forgive myself for my traumas
-Have 300 followers on WordPress
-Have 100 followers on my Analog instagram
-Have 50 followers on Analog itself
-Complete my spring internship
-Find a full-time job
-Find my first apartment!
I feel like 2020 is really going to be the year of adulting. I’m graduating college, which is a huge milestone, I’m preparing for my internship, and I’m going to have to start looking for my first apartment. It’s definitely a scary change, but I’m looking forward to what I can achieve! Let’s tackle this year together.