Every Woman is a Marilyn or a Jackie

It’s back to school, so, first and foremost, that means a month long absence of blogging, but, secondly, it means the return of fall fashion. Bloggers galore have been hailing the return of tights and layering. I, being the Sconnie girl that I am, have the sense to realize that long underwear season follows tights season, so I guess the anticipation of fall is a little bit lost on me (didn’t winter only end here, like, a month ago?).

Despite my distaste for the return of long-johns, pants, puffy and shapeless coats, frostbite, windburn, etc., etc., I can’t stop my heart from skipping when I’m able to pull out my Mad Men-inspired cardigans and pencil skirts. Seriously, Bryant Park can suck it—all I need is Joan Holloway telling me what to wear and I’m set. Big sixties hair? Yes, please. Bright lips? Sure. Fake eyelashes? I’m there…Well, I would like to be there anyway.



I have one fashion mantra this season: embrace the pretty. After a couple years of trying to pull off super-skinny pants, trapeze tops, and irony, I realized that I’m doing my body and myself a disservice. It’s like a romantic comedy. I’m Kate Hudson (only I’m cool) and I’ve been in and out of crappy relationships that are humiliating and full of hijinx (much like pant shopping at H&M) and I finally have a choice to pick between two relationships, the trendy pleated khakis that have sprinkled across transatlantic fashion blogs across the globe or the flattering A-lined skirt dress that’s been hanging in my closet for the past five years (always available and faithful). It looks like I’m about to make the wrong choice as I try to see if tapered khakis look good on anyone who isn’t 5’11’’ and doesn’t weigh 72 lbs, but, down to the wire, I choose the timeless vintage silhouette and we escape together on a city bus. Wait. Now I’m doing The Graduate. Maybe I should steer clear of movie analogies.

I’ve been thinking about injecting a little more fashion into this ol’ blog for a while now. Ideally, I’d like to post photos of outfits I’ve come up with. There are just so many great fashion bloggers out there and it’s a little intimidating. And I don’t know how to use the self-timer on my camera. And I’m too lazy. What do you all think? I mean the theme of this blog is pretty set in stone. Can I afford to veer off of it? Can I… Oh, I’m thinking of someone else’s blog.