girlReinvented

A fashion blog about disliking fashion. But then liking it.

calling all hoarders

Good morning all you closet wannabes! As I have gained zero followers in the past day, I am excited to extend to all of no one tip number one: hoard. And I don’t mean the way those crackheads do on TLC. Dem bitches have an ILLNESS. I mean in a way that will allow you to revisit old styles in the future. Some of my favorite clothes are ones I purchased back when I was a visual train wreck, and that’s saying something. Keeping old clothes allows you to get really creative with your outfits. Getting dressed is supposed to be fun, which I invite you all to LOL about cause lets be frank, most times we throw our shit everywhere and claim we have NOT ONE THING to wear. Holy dramatic. Do everyone a favor and STFU. You have plenty to wear, especially if you stop ruling out something just because it’s not brand new. Surprise yourself with the power of something you haven’t worn in a few years. The other day I whipped out a shirt from 8th grade that I got at Abercrombie and Fitch and it was a hit. Use your resources and don’t be a snob. Ya dig?

So, as I hope to find clothes packed to the ceiling as opposed to dead cats under piles of un-filed tax claims from the 1980’s (I need to stop watching this show), I invite you all to hoard away.

PS: Never work at Abercrombie and Fitch. Shit’s whack…worst week of my life.

girlReinvented is a blog based on the idea that it is never too late to update your style and pull yourself together for the sake of humanity. I am all about personal preference and expression and all that nonsense, but no one wants to see a sloppy mess walking down the street, especially once you hit a certain age. Shit aint right. A little bit of effort goes a long way.

In high school, I was an eyesore and a half. My ensemble of choice was a pair of jeans, a t-shirt that displayed the name of the last resort I stayed at on vacation and a pair of converse sneakers. I was nothing but a walking advertisement, so to the Whaler Condominiums on the breathtaking island of Maui, Hawaii, you’re welcome. That t-shirt single handedly drove your business for a whole season with the amount I wore it.

Once I reached college, my outlook changed. My school has a huge fashion department, which I soon joined and took on as my major. I was constantly inspired by my classmates who wore heels to 8 am classes. I never quite reached that level of insanity, but I appreciated their dedication. I’ll be the first to admit that I am far from the most stylish person in the world, and I blame that mostly on the fact that I’m a poor college kid and don’t have the disposable income to support my second nature shopping habits. But I know fashion. I keep up with trends and love to put together an outfit I am proud to wear. I study the industry in school and know what it takes to be successful in it. It is not much a passion as an interest, but one that I dream of fulfilling as a career upon graduating. 

I currently intern at a company that acts as the merchandiser, designer, and licensee for multiple children’s wear brands. Sounds somewhat legit, but let me throw you a fat spoiler alert: I look at excel all day and take breaks only to hand sew labels on samples of Levi’s jeans. Talk about gLaMoUr. Am I right or am I right? Good answer.

Through this blog, I hope to shed some light on whatever it was I did before turning myself in to Joan Rivers, (chief fashion police, as she would rip me a new asshole daily if I were famous in high school), in comparison to what I do now. My beauty regimen is low-budget as I demand no money from my parents (yes, I am an angel), and like most 20 year olds, hold only a bullshit job at a boutique that pays me a dollar over minimum wage so they don’t look like complete bitches. I am also oddly obsessed with famous people, and though I find myself completely useless and based on the fact that I have zero talents, I plan on climbing my way to fame Kardashian-style, so I’ll be sharing some trends based on whatever I find through my hours of time wasted with my face buried in Us Weekly or Perez Hilton.

Before I officially welcome you to my b-LOG, I think it’s necessary to include this disclaimer: I swear. It is not a habit I am proud of, but it happens, especially when I write. I also tend to have a Tucker Max kind of outlook on life, but I’m much less of a complete douche bag (can girls even be douche bags? something to think about). Though this is a place to come if you need a fashion tip, I hope to provide you with a laugh or two along the way.

So as Heidi Klum, the world’s runner up for most obnoxious supermodel (Tyra Banks takes the cake fo sho), would say, welkommen!

girlReinvented is a blog based on the idea that it is never too late to update your style and pull yourself together for the sake of humanity. I am all about personal preference and expression and all that nonsense, but no one wants to see a sloppy mess walking down the street, especially once you hit a certain age. Shit aint right. A little bit of effort goes a long way.


In high school, I was an eyesore and a half. My ensemble of choice was a pair of jeans, a t-shirt that displayed the name of the last resort I stayed at on vacation and a pair of converse sneakers. I was nothing but a walking advertisement, so to the Whaler Condominiums on the breathtaking island of Maui, Hawaii, you’re welcome. That t-shirt single handedly drove your business for a whole season with the amount I wore it.


Once I reached college, my outlook changed. My school has a huge fashion department, which I soon joined and took on as my major. I was constantly inspired by my classmates who wore heels to 8 am classes. I never quite reached that level of insanity, but I appreciated their dedication. I’ll be the first to admit that I am far from the most stylish person in the world, and I blame that mostly on the fact that I’m a poor college kid and don’t have the disposable income to support my second nature shopping habits. But I know fashion. I keep up with trends and love to put together an outfit I am proud to wear. I study the industry in school and know what it takes to be successful in it. It is not much a passion as an interest, but one that I dream of fulfilling as a career upon graduating.


I currently intern at a company that acts as the merchandiser, designer, and licensee for multiple children’s wear brands. Sounds somewhat legit, but let me throw you a fat spoiler alert: I look at excel all day and take breaks only to hand sew labels on samples of Levi’s jeans. Talk about gLaMoUr. Am I right or am I right? Good answer.


Through this blog, I hope to shed some light on whatever it was I did before turning myself in to Joan Rivers, (chief fashion police, as she would rip me a new asshole daily if I were famous in high school), in comparison to what I do now. My beauty regimen is low-budget as I demand no money from my parents (yes, I am an angel), and like most 20 year olds, hold only a bullshit job at a boutique that pays me a dollar over minimum wage so they don’t look like complete bitches. I am also oddly obsessed with famous people, and though I find myself completely useless and based on the fact that I have zero talents, I plan on climbing my way to fame Kardashian-style, so I’ll be sharing some trends based on whatever I find through my hours of time wasted with my face buried in Us Weekly or Perez Hilton.


Before I officially welcome you to my b-LOG, I think it’s necessary to include this disclaimer: I swear. It is not a habit I am proud of, but it happens, especially when I write. I also tend to have a Tucker Max kind of outlook on life, but I’m much less of a complete douche bag (can girls even be douche bags? something to think about). Though this is a place to come if you need a fashion tip, I hope to provide you with a laugh or two along the way.


So as Heidi Klum, the world’s runner up for most obnoxious supermodel (Tyra Banks takes the cake fo sho), would say, welkommen!