You must be a girl with shoes like that

Two blogs in one week and it isn't even the results of the Halloween Dilemma yet. *gasp*

But I couldn't not post this.

I've never really thought of myself as a stylish person... but I've also never considered myself a shlub. Yeah, shlub. And college has reaffirmed that last one--I'm sure you've all heard my rants on the tragic leggins/sweatpants and uggs combo. But my style is pretty simple: v-neck, skinny jeans, and boat shoes or lace-up boots. Honestly it can be a little manly with the occasional flair of a lace dress or an orange trench.

I always strove to be low-key and slightly un-American. Don't take this as an insult, but frankly most Americans dress like, well in clothes I wouldn't be caught dead out of the house in. During my homework-avoidance Internet browsing I came across an article for college girls and how to fit in more in France (studying abroad). I like France, I read on. But then I came to the fashion section and had to post this:

"Mastering your Parisian wardrobe might be the single most important step in your French immersion, and it comes with a whole new set of rules. Brace yourselves, this might be rough.
No sneakers.
No North Face.
No sorority apparel. You might choose to stay away from all “apparel” (camp, clubs, sports, schools) for that matter.
No shorts unless worn over black tights. (This is totally in)
No clothes that could double as pajamas. Absolutely no sweatpants.
No workout clothes when you’re not actually working out. The French barely where athletic clothes when they are exercising (as noted above). They definitely aren’t decked out in Lulu and Nike when they aren’t exercising."



Um, these are my rules. Almost word for word. (But I do wear gym clothes to work out. I'm not trying to look good at the gym, I go to the gym to look good.) But I was flattered by this article, I mean, that is quite the accomplishment. The "dos" section was less spot on, but still good.

But really, why is it that the French know these rules, but the American girls that read Cosmo 12 hours a day don't? This should be common sense; you're in public, people.

Any way, had to share. Yay the French, we should dress more like you.

You don't ask for those Diamond rings...

The essential Halloween Dilemma.

Much like New Year's Eve, this holiday has infinite potential and usually comes nowhere close to achieving it.

I should really stop hoping. All the eyelash wishes and fingers crossed can't save this holiday for me.

Mind you, Halloween hasn't actually happened yet. At this you are all screaming to stop being so negative, but you don't get it, I know. All I can hope for is a good weekend and a good costume. But I want phenomenal. Selfish.

I had plans this year. I had an escape route. A fail safe. My fail safe failed.

And I have a midterm on Halloween. Curse you Mondays, you ruin everything.

What's even worse is that I got my hopes up at all. Now I will just think about what I could be doing--one thing I know I would enjoy, and probably remember forever. Even when I was little and Halloween was fun, it had its dark moments.

Tripping in the snow. Not having any friends to go with. The parkas over costumes.

Ah the costume back when they mattered more than candy--they still do, but I'm usually all dressed up with nowhere to go--and they were elaborate, well planned, and exactly what you wanted to be. A geisha, a goddess, a princess, a witch, even an enormous candy Kiss. (that last one was Rachel, not me).

Maybe if I dress up as a princess this year I will get my fairy godmother. Or a friend with incredible resources and wild abandon.

Okay, rant over now. So much for changing the focus of my blog.