Dress to Impress: A Little Oxford Inspiration

Last week, my boss gave me some of her old blazers and although I'm not a big fan of hand-me-down clothes, I eagerly took them because 1.) She's my boss and she really was just looking out for me in this industry and 2.) I absolutely adore the blazers she gave me.

Yesterday's outfit was composed of my favorite blue cardigan from Holly, a short/old/comfy white blouse inside and my now dubbed "Oxford" blazer. I paired it up with my blue slacks. Worked out pretty well for me. I looked dignified at work and felt happy (because I secretly wish to be British) all the way home.

I know my style is a little bit boyish. but I did pair this up with  my usual black office heels and I think it would have been more casual if I wore my hair down (which is a no-no for my work). I might try this outfit again sometime soon. I'm thinking of jeans instead of slacks and my handy dandy brown wedges instead of my office heels. What do you think?

Today I'm wearing an all black ensemble. No jewelry. I lost one of the studs of my pearl earring and I left my Russian doll necklace home. Hopefully, I'll be able to get to take some photos later at home.

Dressing,

Someone Anxious

Another Wasted Outfit

As my day comes to an end, I realize that I have wasted another beautiful outfit.

Every morning, I wake up a little earlier than usual with thoughts of you in my head. I know, from the edge of my soul, that your name unconsciously slips off my lips as I struggle to open my eyes and embrace a day knowing that you don't even think of me. So, everyday I wake up a little earlier than usual to choose the perfect outfit that would make you think of me once again. Everyday I wake up a little earlier to take a comforting shower wishing I was using your bath scents instead. Then, I would choose what I think is the perfect outfit and at the back of my mind I know that I'm doing so simply because I'm still hoping of bumping into you.

So, everyday I wake up a little earlier than usual and as I put on a supposedly perfect outfit I think of you and if you'd like it. I think of how do you like my hair, tied up or loose in all its glory. I think of you possibly thinking of me... possibly wanting more with me.

I walk towards my destination, carelessly pretending that you are walking beside me, talking to me and treating me as your equal. Of course, I know you're not really there and I know that you never would treat me as such but I find the idea comforting so I indulge myself despite what seems to be insanity for my part. Then, a cup of coffee and a few cigarettes later I realize that waiting for you on this bench is fruitless and I go on with my day hoping to see at least a glimpse of you.

I tell everybody I'm fine and that I'm okay with it. Taking the high road supposedly is my new motto right now and people believe me because I have the most deceptive smile - years of theater classes paying off admirably. Only a few people notice the extra attention I give to myself. Close friends don't even notice it. Still, I'm the only one who knows why I really do this... why I really torture myself and wake up a little earlier than usual.

I do it because I hope that one day I bump into you and I'm wearing a beautiful outfit that would make you think of me once again.

Today, I woke up a little earlier than usual.

Today, another perfect outfit was wasted.

Not sure if I'm still looking forward for tomorrow,

Someone Anxious.