I absolutely love the weekend. You get to sleep in, don't have to worry about homework, or catching the bus on time, or even wondering what to wear to school that day. Today I'm wearing my yoga pants and a purple t-shirt. Simple enough, and I feel comfortable.
Save the fashion show for your school.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
What the **** were they thinking?!?
The other day, when I arrived at my school, I saw this women and her husband wearing the most hideous outfits I think I've ever seen. Here, I'm going to list all the things wrong with their outfits.
- First off, the wife was wearing one of those awful knit Christmas sweaters, with Rudolph on the front. His nose was a red pompom! Talk about fashion disaster.
- She had on gross orange shade color leather clogs, that squeaked as she walked.
- Another thing about the sweater: isn't it a little late in the season for Rudolph?
- The man had a argyle sweater with flip flops. In the middle if winter, no less!
New school, New style
Yes, that's right. I am now going to a different school, a private, therapuetic school, and it's name I will not say for safety reasons.
But along with it comes a price. At public school, I could wear what I wanted and not feel like an outsider. But at this new school people wear all black, and have piercings, and dye their hair bright pink or smokin' red. If I wear a skirt, or a frilly dress, I'm always afraid of getting laughed at. I know I shouldn't, because I'm just being myself, but I would just feel awkward, you know?
For instance, Anna* has pink streaks, always wears a Led Zepplin sweatshirt, and her nose is pierced. If that's how most all of them look, how am I supposed to fit in?
From now on, I'm not going to be afraid of being myself. So what if I wear a Justice sparkly skirt? Or a T.J. Maxx sequinned sweater? Seriously. That's just me, so I'll wear what I want.
Here's the truth: Real friends won't judge me based on my style. They'll accept me for who I am.
But along with it comes a price. At public school, I could wear what I wanted and not feel like an outsider. But at this new school people wear all black, and have piercings, and dye their hair bright pink or smokin' red. If I wear a skirt, or a frilly dress, I'm always afraid of getting laughed at. I know I shouldn't, because I'm just being myself, but I would just feel awkward, you know?
For instance, Anna* has pink streaks, always wears a Led Zepplin sweatshirt, and her nose is pierced. If that's how most all of them look, how am I supposed to fit in?
From now on, I'm not going to be afraid of being myself. So what if I wear a Justice sparkly skirt? Or a T.J. Maxx sequinned sweater? Seriously. That's just me, so I'll wear what I want.
Here's the truth: Real friends won't judge me based on my style. They'll accept me for who I am.
A Fabulous Life
Hey!
Welcome to the new and improved blog of K Grace. I decided to change it because fashion is something that I've always been interested in, so I thought I would try and make it interesting for others, too.
I will post pictures of fashion faux pas and fashion divas, but will not mention names. If I do mention a name, it will replace their real name. But for celebrities, I might mention names. Anyway, I understand that not everyone is as interested in it as I am, and some might not even like it at all, but I'll do my best to make it fun for other people.
For me, fashion is more than clothes. It makes my dull life a very fabulous life.
Au Revoir,
K Grace.
Welcome to the new and improved blog of K Grace. I decided to change it because fashion is something that I've always been interested in, so I thought I would try and make it interesting for others, too.
I will post pictures of fashion faux pas and fashion divas, but will not mention names. If I do mention a name, it will replace their real name. But for celebrities, I might mention names. Anyway, I understand that not everyone is as interested in it as I am, and some might not even like it at all, but I'll do my best to make it fun for other people.
For me, fashion is more than clothes. It makes my dull life a very fabulous life.
Au Revoir,
K Grace.
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