:: Sorority Staples & Twenty-Something Things ::

The other day, a friend visited my sorority house (wait, I don’t still live there?!), and mentioned how funny she found it that everyone was basically wearing the same thing. Probably the same outfit from the other 10 sororities at OU – what some might call the “sorority uniform.” Nike running shorts and a Pi Phi t-shirt? No. Too cold. It was the first chilly day and everyone had their long, wavy hair hanging over a Columbia half-zip, with their Uggs hugging their leggings. In college, comfort is key, so the outfit is an obvious choice. My friends never understood me, and probably stopped claiming me at some point, but I just never fit in with the sorority wear – even though it was clearly my whole life.

To be perfectly honest, it wasn’t because I hated comfort and warmth, but because I knew the Uggs and leggings look or Nike shorts and tennis shoes (Hold up – have any of my non-Miss Oklahoma friends ever seen me in tennis shoes? I rest my case.) merely weren’t flattering on me. Believe me – I loved fashion, but the walk to Gaylord (the closest campus building and fortunately, the Journalism college) was just toooo far when the wind whipped your face. Tough decisions…

Yes, there is definitely a sorority style seen on many women. However, there is an outfit that is totally twenty-something too and I’m wearing it now:  the plaid button down, paired with jeans, tall boots and the ever popular fur vest. Just like sorority women, perhaps we do not all wear this, but you’ll see it on an awful lot of us. It was my Thanksgiving-wear (the boyfriend jeans are so stretchy that I’m going to have to have them altered about three sizes smaller – bummer!), and is easy go-to. What styles or trends do you always see or associate as the twenty-something uniform?!

P.S. These jeans were the perfect pick on Thanksgiving, as I stuffed my face with my dad’s famous creole-butter injected fried turkey. If you’re not eating a fried turkey on Thanksgiving, you might as well not even watch the Macy’s Day Parade (sure it’s Thanksgiving, but it’s Macy’s big day) and put the Christmas tree back in the attic!

Top: J.Crew, Vest: Stella Rae's, Jeans: asldkj, Boots: Tory Burch, Bag: C.Wonder, Necklace: Zara, Rings: C.Wonder, David Yurman, Sunglasses: Elizabeth and James

Top: J.Crew, Vest: Stella Rae’s, Jeans: Too tired to look at the brand – ha!, Boots: Tory Burch, Bag: C.Wonder, Necklace: Zara, Rings: C.Wonder, David Yurman, Sunglasses: Elizabeth and James

Meet Tallulah – full of kisses and the occasional nose bite.

Truly at home in my family’s front yard – all five acres of it.

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:: Chucks and Lace ::

Third grade. The year my feet grew four sizes and I had to stand on the back row of class photos because I was freakishly tall. It seemed as though I would totally follow in my mom’s side of the family’s footsteps as an epic basketball player, and live up to the 5’8″ height, predicted by doctors upon doubling my size as a tot. In order to keep up with my growth spurts (and probably get my paddle boats used to athletic shoes) I owned every color and style of converse they made. Of course, I thought this was the coolest shoe ever because it had my dad’s name and my middle name emblazoned proudly on the side with a star – CHUCK TAYLOR. Legit.

Years later, these gems of a shoe found their way onto the dance competition and pageant circuit. We were clearly new to this whole pageant thing, and a clogging solo had been choreographed for me to “Skater Boy.” (It may actually be titled “Skater Boi,” but that’s beyond embarrassing). When my mom and I set our minds to something, we go all out, and Skater Boy was no exception. Rhinestoned camo cutoffs, a red tank with a ripped fishnet overlay and of course – clogs specially built into a pair of rhinestoned (le duh) converse. As I gave up my last pageant title tonight, this special dance was reminisced about by many of my pageant friends and family.

You can put your kid in sneakers, but they may still only score four points in one season. Doctors can use modern medicine to predict size (I was itty bitty – someone should have caught on) and only hit the 5’2″ mark. You can be too old for pageants and still own that pair of converse clogging shoes. However, I still have a soft spot in my heart for Chuck Taylor’s. When I caught a glimpse of these silver, slightly iridescent beaming shoes – I knew they had found their home.

Top: J.Crew, Skirt: Forever 21, Shoes: Converse, Sunglasses: John Randolph, Necklace: H&M, Rings: David Yurman, C.Wonder, Watch: Michael Kors

Top: J.Crew, Skirt: Forever 21, Shoes: Converse, Sunglasses: John Randolph, Clutch: Christopher Kon, Necklace: H&M, Rings: David Yurman, C.Wonder, Watch: Michael Kors, Nails: Nails Inc Regent Street

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