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!