First post, first meetup, first purchase!
So lately I've been super into lolita fashion, ever since one of my closest friends mentioned it and I researched it like any obsessively loyal friend.
lolitafashion.org
(I'm actually also this friend's godmother, which puts our relationship in a strange place, since she's only three year younger than me.)
Lolita fashion really appealed to me because it's got a beautiful silhouette and lots and lots of ruffles. Plus anybody who wears stuff like this outside has got to be slightly crazy. And I'm good with crazy.
In fact, since I went off to college, I miss crazy, because here it's all sweatpants and university sweaters and the occasional indie, but even they don't stand out because for every type of fashion or person you name, there's at least a dozen others that you can put into the same category. And let's face it: this isn't particularly attractive:
Not to mention this is the king of unoriginal and evokes painful flashbacks to seventh grade, when we were all trying to look like the rich kids in the useless hope that it would make our lives more interesting.
Anyways, Lolita fashion. In the endless search that began in middle school to both fit in and stand out, I'm hooked. Ruffles? Dresses? Tights? Certainly out of my skinny jeans, tall boots, and corded sweater rut and into the great unknown. The one far outside my comfort zone.
Who knew that I loved pants so much? Ah well, all good things must come to an end, even my love affair with these jeans that I've had since seventh grade.
... on second thought, they can go.
But of course, I don't have 300 dollars to spend on a dress from the brands, and so I pull out my headphones, turn on some Infected Mushroom, put on the warmest sweatpants and sweaters I can find, kiss by parents goodbye and disappear into the vortex. I wander long and hard and contract a serious virus that leaves me out of commission and using the U's computers between lectures and discussions but I emerge victoriously on the shores of egl_comm_sales.
There, I am lost again in the forests of items on an island made entirely of pixelated ruffled skirts, handmade jewelery, and strange tags that soon become my vocabulary.
And then again, weeks later, I return home, bringing with me a cubical package which contained my first ever lolita items: a skirt and a petticoat.
Do you know just how weird it is to see something that has only ever existed in the internet suddenly appear on your doorstep? It's a very, very strange feeling, and from the first moment, I'm hooked.
lolitafashion.org
(I'm actually also this friend's godmother, which puts our relationship in a strange place, since she's only three year younger than me.)
Lolita fashion really appealed to me because it's got a beautiful silhouette and lots and lots of ruffles. Plus anybody who wears stuff like this outside has got to be slightly crazy. And I'm good with crazy.
In fact, since I went off to college, I miss crazy, because here it's all sweatpants and university sweaters and the occasional indie, but even they don't stand out because for every type of fashion or person you name, there's at least a dozen others that you can put into the same category. And let's face it: this isn't particularly attractive:
Not to mention this is the king of unoriginal and evokes painful flashbacks to seventh grade, when we were all trying to look like the rich kids in the useless hope that it would make our lives more interesting.
Anyways, Lolita fashion. In the endless search that began in middle school to both fit in and stand out, I'm hooked. Ruffles? Dresses? Tights? Certainly out of my skinny jeans, tall boots, and corded sweater rut and into the great unknown. The one far outside my comfort zone.
Who knew that I loved pants so much? Ah well, all good things must come to an end, even my love affair with these jeans that I've had since seventh grade.
... on second thought, they can go.
But of course, I don't have 300 dollars to spend on a dress from the brands, and so I pull out my headphones, turn on some Infected Mushroom, put on the warmest sweatpants and sweaters I can find, kiss by parents goodbye and disappear into the vortex. I wander long and hard and contract a serious virus that leaves me out of commission and using the U's computers between lectures and discussions but I emerge victoriously on the shores of egl_comm_sales.
There, I am lost again in the forests of items on an island made entirely of pixelated ruffled skirts, handmade jewelery, and strange tags that soon become my vocabulary.
And then again, weeks later, I return home, bringing with me a cubical package which contained my first ever lolita items: a skirt and a petticoat.
Do you know just how weird it is to see something that has only ever existed in the internet suddenly appear on your doorstep? It's a very, very strange feeling, and from the first moment, I'm hooked.