i don't wanna grow up

Yesterday, the real world caught up with me. There I was, shifting through the sale racks at Old Navy looking for a hidden gem when my sister- my older sister who has a doctorate degree- starts talking to me about work clothes and the importance of having the right basics. I was listening, honestly I was, but in the back of my mind all I could think was:
But I know all about clothes. I LOVE clothes.



So why don't have any work appropriate clothing?

Perhaps in response to years at a prep school with an unforgiving dress code, I spent my college years turning my closet into a collection of quirky thrift store finds and rejoicing over finally being able to wear t-shirts and jeans without ever stopping to think about the long term effects. Listening to my sister talk, I was beginning to suspect that even my intern outfits might be a little too "creative" for my new mature-young-adult-office life.

I felt a panic attack coming on. Normally the idea of shopping for lots of new clothes would make me happy but I was somewhere on the other side of the emotional spectrum- I was feeling dread. A subsequent trip to Forever 21 only worsened the whole ordeal. So many prints and slip dresses, I wanted to buy them all but sadly I knew there was no place for them in my new life of "basics".

I finally realized that I was being dramatic, but only a little, and consoled myself by spending a long time looking at Melissa Coker's designs for her clothing line, Wren.

Coker was once an intern at Helmut Lang, Vogue and W, and also worked at Abercrombie & Fitch. I'm inclined to put my faith in her style and who knows, maybe I'll find a way to retain a shred of my youthful passion for fashion as I enter the workforce.

-dramatic sigh-