I wore a ruffled green shirt and white shorts the other day, just bumming around town with a friend, and she exclaimed, "if the weather is good on September 29th, you should wear that to your first day of grad school!" I might.
I like it because in addition to being a cute ensemble, it says some important things about me:
1. I have really nice legs.
2. I like ruffles.
And I feel my peers and profs deserve to know these things as soon as possible.
My mom was, uh, fashion-impaired, particularly when it came to little.girl.pietra. I was always incredibly jealous of friends who came to school on the first day or Picture Day wearing frilly dresses or even anything coordinated. Her attitude was that I was going to outgrow it anyway, so why waste money on it?
This goes a long ways towards explaining the clotheshorse I am now.
"Of course, Kristina Batal will learn, one day, that the clothes aren't magic. That they should be for fun and self-expression rather than disguise and talisman."
I disagree wholeheartedly! The very best part of fashion lies in the fact that clothes can be disguises and talismans. Not that it's an acceptable excuse for failing to develop the person beneath the clothes, but who doesn't have a little black dress or a jacket or a pair of shoes that makes them feel invincible? If you don't you should!
@MizJenkins: Seconded! Also, clothes get even more power in certain circumstances. The embarrassment one feels at wearing the wrong thing in high school is nothing on the humiliation one feels at wearing something totally inappropriate to work (where your unfashionable butt could get fired).
Although Back To School was my favorite time of year (I recall making plans to go over my friends house at 5 am the first day of school to get ready, which - thank god - never happened), the clothes weren't the main event.
New school supplies. It even thrilled me through law school.
Ah, English state school school uniform. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Well, to be honest, there aren't a lot of things I could count that I loved about it, but at least I didn't have to deal with this drama at the age of 11 on my first day of secondary school.
@zoebee: Oh, wait. I retract this comment slightly due to a very violent flashback to multiple non-uniform days, where you had to prove your worth through the medium of clothes one day a term.
@zoebee: I had a uniform in middle school and yes, the non-uniform days were the WORST. It was a dollar for the band so you could dress up and then you had just the ONE day to prove how absolutely fabulous you really were in real life. It was WAY easier in high school when a bad outfit in the grand scheme of things amounted to one day of the year rather than being the only day that the only boy you ever loved (that week) could see you as you really were .
First day of 7th grade: jeans and a 4-color-paneled Tommy polo and white K-Swiss. Oh, yes - I was fresh.
Also - I'd just gotten my period for the first time the Friday before. And all my aunts were in town. I just knew either the cramps or all their conversation about it was going to kill me.
You know, I don't remember what I wore on the first day of seventh grade, but I still remember what my friend Amy wore. She had lost a TON of weight over the summer, and showed up on the first day wearing white capris with a red watercolor-y print and a matching red top. Jaws literally DROPPED.
I had the pleasure of retooling my fall wardrobe this year. I'm a 24-year-old graduate student who is teaching her first batch of undergrads (I'm the instructor of record, thankyouverymuch). I had to do some serious shopping because:
1) as a grad student, I have spent the last three years in naught but t-shirts and jeans
2) I am 24 for Pete's sake! I have to at least look like a grownup in front of these kids, some of whom might be older than me (I have an Iraq war vet--I bet he's at least 23)
3) I go to a very tony school. I know I can't look as good as the undergrad girls (but I have a PhD to worry about, so I let this one go) but I don't want to look bad either.
So my mom and I hit the mall a few weeks ago, and I've been feeling stylish and professional ever since.
@babyruthless: Did you go to New York and Co.? When I had to build a semi-professional but stylish wardrobe I started there. It's now my favorite store for nice not-too-casual clothes.
@Alys Brangwin: I tried, and I usually love New York & Co., but it was really a swing and a miss this season. Their shirts used to be the only ones that buttoned up over the ladies without being too loose around the waist, but no longer (and I don't know whether I've changed or their cut has). I almost bought a dress, but I had a coupon for $25 off a $75 purchase, and I couldn't find anything else to put me over the $75 limit. I ended up buying pants and shirts at Express (I am in love with their Editor pant) and shirts at Ann Taylor Loft. And some uber-cute ballet flats with flower details at DSW; when the sales girl told me approvingly that hardware is "in," I felt a little less like a grad-student Quasimodo.
@babyruthless: My fancy grad student clothes are boots, jeans or trousers, button-down shirt, vest, and my beloved tweed jacket. That, however, is only for when I want to look nice (seminars, meetings with my advisor). The rest of the time it's pyjamas ALL THE WAY.
First day of high school, 2001:
Very very tight white t-shirt with image of a Japanese street and "Tokyo" written in glitter letters. Denim print...I can only call them "leggings" but they were flared and had pockets with handwriting printed all over them. Candie's sneakers.
First day of high school 2002-2004:
Jeans that were too tight and sat just above my hip bones (usually carefully ripped at the knees by hitting them with a pair of scissors and then washing repeatedly until strings separated), the same pair of black Converse that I wore for about 5 years straight, carefully positioned rainbow jelly bracelets, t-shirts with sarcastic slogans, messenger bag slung ever so carefully low (so low that if I bent over it sometimes got stuck on my butt).
Looking back at my school pictures, you can pretty much pinpoint the exact moment second semester Freshman year that I went from "preppy" to "deliberately outcast."
Also important: last day of school. Because you want to make sure everyone remembers how awesome you are for the whole summer. I still remember one time my mom wouldn't let me wear a specific pair of jeans, even after I started bawling hysterically claiming they were the only possible acceptible thing I had, a position I stand by to this day. It was very traumatic. At least now I get revenge on her everyday by wearing the most unspeakably unwashed jeans ever.
(Obviously this wouldn't happen on the first day of school because then the clothes were laid out the day before and clean.)
Aw, shit. I get so frigging nostalgic this time every year. I'm admittedly a little jealous of the young 'uns, all hepped up and kitted out in their new finery. Plus, I fondly recall the end of the school day as follows: Getting off the bus, walking down to my BFF's house to eat Oreos and relax and commiserate about out lame teachers and bitchy popular girls and cute boys. And the weather this time of year is my absolute favorite and makes me yearn-yes, yearn- to be ElementaryStudentFoibles all over again. Think about it! No responsibilities (save for completing your homework and maybe cleaning the catboxes), no bills or credit scores to fret about, no relationship issues to worry over. Granted, sometimes I still get sad thinking about the rough times: being told I wasn't pretty by the most popular boy in our school, being told my shoes looked "like someone threw up on my feet", not making the cheerleading team, failing math tests, all those little hardships that could tear you right up. Ah, memories......Oh! And for those of you who felt that Catholic school kids and their uniforms made everything easier: They didn't. You could still inadvertently ruin your own life by wearing the wrong shoes or carrying the wrong backpack.
Most important outfit of your life...until you get married.
I'm snarkey, but its actually a naively cute article.
And I have to admit, I have fun buying my kids back to school clothes.
Mostly, because I don't notice just how much they've grown over the summer until then!
BUt its also fun to teach my oldest about cost and quality, to see his style interests, and allow him to make his own choices (within the parameters of set boundaries).
@fluxus flucker: My mother had two different approaches to back to school shopping depending on whether or not it was for me or for my brother. I was given my own money (~$300 my freshman year, as I had been in uniforms up until then) and set loose in an outlet mall by myself for about 3 hours. I came out with jeans, shirts, a coat, shoes, jewelry, and a full complement of "lingerie" (by which I mean bras and panties). I even had a few extra dollars which I used to buy a soda from a vending machine on the way out (hey, that much work will make you thirsty!). My brother she would always go with and help him pick out items, because left to his own devices with the same amount of money, he would have bought 3 t-shirts and a pair of shoes.
I don't remember first day of junior high, but first day of HS I wore beat up jean shorts, ripped fishnet tights, boots, a white tank top and a flannel. Guess how old I am, kids.
Oh, that's how old I am. I wore two toned stockings under beat up jean shorts I cut myself, a Bahaus t-shirt, a customized tuxedo jacket with tails (added spikes in the shoulders, badges on the lapels and cut off the arms) and Army-Navy surpluss shitkickers. My hair was likely some shade of brilliant crayon and I shaved it underneath.
Today, my 12 year old went to middle school in a peasant blouse and a long skirt with sandals, despite my best efforts to convince her that her skull t-shirt and a tarten mini-skirt was the height of fashion.
@SomeAuthorGirl:
Seeing as that's pretty much what I wore in high school, I'm going to go with "mid-30's", and leave you with a picture of myself in January, walking home through a drag out north-east style blizzard in the same shorts and fishnets I wore every day.
If I can recall, middle school in the mid-late 80's for a budding punk rock girl was all about black hair dye, pegged jeans and paint-spatter flourescent airwalk sneakers.
@SlayBelle: My niece just started 4th grade in a pink plaid skirt, pink sweater with a skull on it, and black boots. She liked it because it was, "girly but also punk."
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I like it because in addition to being a cute ensemble, it says some important things about me:
1. I have really nice legs.
2. I like ruffles.
And I feel my peers and profs deserve to know these things as soon as possible.
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This goes a long ways towards explaining the clotheshorse I am now.
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I disagree wholeheartedly! The very best part of fashion lies in the fact that clothes can be disguises and talismans. Not that it's an acceptable excuse for failing to develop the person beneath the clothes, but who doesn't have a little black dress or a jacket or a pair of shoes that makes them feel invincible? If you don't you should!
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New school supplies. It even thrilled me through law school.
Yeah, I'm an ubergeek - whatchoowannamakeofit?
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Well, to be honest, there aren't a lot of things I could count that I loved about it, but at least I didn't have to deal with this drama at the age of 11 on my first day of secondary school.
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Also - I'd just gotten my period for the first time the Friday before. And all my aunts were in town. I just knew either the cramps or all their conversation about it was going to kill me.
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I can't believe I remember that!!
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1) as a grad student, I have spent the last three years in naught but t-shirts and jeans
2) I am 24 for Pete's sake! I have to at least look like a grownup in front of these kids, some of whom might be older than me (I have an Iraq war vet--I bet he's at least 23)
3) I go to a very tony school. I know I can't look as good as the undergrad girls (but I have a PhD to worry about, so I let this one go) but I don't want to look bad either.
So my mom and I hit the mall a few weeks ago, and I've been feeling stylish and professional ever since.
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Very very tight white t-shirt with image of a Japanese street and "Tokyo" written in glitter letters. Denim print...I can only call them "leggings" but they were flared and had pockets with handwriting printed all over them. Candie's sneakers.
First day of high school 2002-2004:
Jeans that were too tight and sat just above my hip bones (usually carefully ripped at the knees by hitting them with a pair of scissors and then washing repeatedly until strings separated), the same pair of black Converse that I wore for about 5 years straight, carefully positioned rainbow jelly bracelets, t-shirts with sarcastic slogans, messenger bag slung ever so carefully low (so low that if I bent over it sometimes got stuck on my butt).
Looking back at my school pictures, you can pretty much pinpoint the exact moment second semester Freshman year that I went from "preppy" to "deliberately outcast."
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(Obviously this wouldn't happen on the first day of school because then the clothes were laid out the day before and clean.)
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I'm snarkey, but its actually a naively cute article.
And I have to admit, I have fun buying my kids back to school clothes.
Mostly, because I don't notice just how much they've grown over the summer until then!
BUt its also fun to teach my oldest about cost and quality, to see his style interests, and allow him to make his own choices (within the parameters of set boundaries).
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Yeah, I looked awesome.
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Oh, that's how old I am. I wore two toned stockings under beat up jean shorts I cut myself, a Bahaus t-shirt, a customized tuxedo jacket with tails (added spikes in the shoulders, badges on the lapels and cut off the arms) and Army-Navy surpluss shitkickers. My hair was likely some shade of brilliant crayon and I shaved it underneath.
Today, my 12 year old went to middle school in a peasant blouse and a long skirt with sandals, despite my best efforts to convince her that her skull t-shirt and a tarten mini-skirt was the height of fashion.
09/09/09
Seeing as that's pretty much what I wore in high school, I'm going to go with "mid-30's", and leave you with a picture of myself in January, walking home through a drag out north-east style blizzard in the same shorts and fishnets I wore every day.
If I can recall, middle school in the mid-late 80's for a budding punk rock girl was all about black hair dye, pegged jeans and paint-spatter flourescent airwalk sneakers.
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