I have a sewing schedule. Tis marvelous. Tis also something I drafted while procrastinating, but whatever. It exists, it lives, I know when I get to sew. Huzzah! I won’t be able to actually sew until I go home this weekend. Boo! (Paper writing and studying oddly have to take priority. The universe, she is cruel.)
I’ve spent this whole weekend grappling with the fact that I am not Zooey Deschanel and therefore cannot do things like, I dunno, wear Oxfords with a dress and cardigan and call it good. Or can I? I was trying to make a project list and get a good handle on the things I actually need for the fall (trousers and warm dresses and cardigans, oh my). There are looks that I really want to try and color combinations I really want to experiment with, but I wonder if I’ll look absurd. Then again, when else will I be able to have this much sartorial freedom? My day-to-day life involves little to no physical stress, there’s no dress code, I don’t have any sort of commute.
Then again (again), I’ve never seen so many blondes and bros assembled in one place in my entire life. Seriously. Everyone’s style seems to bob within the same margins without very much room for outliers. Sperrys, Jack Rogers, TOMS, The North Face, Vineyard Vines, school-branded merch, Longchamp bags, lather, rinse, repeat. I imagine spring will bring out the Lilly and Oxford cloth shirts and maybe even the dreaded popped collar. It’s sort of disconcerting. No one shows up for class in pajamas, even at 8am. I rarely see a woman not wearing at least a little makeup. People have time to do things to their hair. Everyone seems to be constantly exercising or in exercise clothing. I, um, don’t do that. Well, I have the Longchamp totes (they’re nylon and easy and I’ve been using them for a decade), but other than that I just kind of throw on whatever I find that’s semi-clean and go from there. I go to the library instead of the gym and delude myself into thinking that walking everywhere somehow compensates for it.
I often talk to my roommate S. about this. She mentioned that she would totally wear knee-high riding boots, but come fall everyone on campus sports them. I almost feel damned both ways. What’s the worse fate: Feeling obliged to throw on fleece and sandals to fit in, or going against your own style just for the sake of non-conformity? There is, of course, a third option: Wearing what you’d like and completely ignoring what everyone else is doing. However, isn’t that just on this side of impossible? Style osmosis is absolutely a thing. I’m actively afraid that I’ll get conditioned to believe that such a high concentration of sameness is normal. I also worry about how it will impact my style (precious commodity that it is). (That was sarcasm.) The sameness issue spills out into areas that are beyond the scope of this here blog.
I don’t know. This is all rather inconsequential and adolescent-sounding, isn’t it? I don’t know why it feels so terribly important, but it does. Blargh, maybe I just need some sort of inspiration that I’m not finding here? Off to get a bagel and watch a math video. (The fun, I have it.)