IN THE MOOD FOR DRESSIRT
(Photos by Zahra A.)
Feathered Dress: Theory/ Skirt: Chloe/ Clutch: Club Monaco/ Heels: Zara/ Watch: Swarovski
Hi everyone (my ability to open up posts continues to deteriorate each time). Were you worried I’d been abducted? Robbed? Slashed at the throat? No? Well, that’s not very comforting for me. Either way though, I wasn’t, so he ha ho. I’ve just been terrible with posting given my post surgery circumstances. As if the excruciating pain of getting my jaw broken wasn’t sufficient enough, it also just dawned on me that on Sunday, I will be turning a quarter of a century old, which, in my culture, is the ultimate kiss of death – the sell by date before I expire, enter the world of the spinsterhood of travelling pants (or pleats in my case) and my eggs become forever fungicide. That, coupled with the fact that I faced rejection by a man I had known for 45 minutes, which I indirectly Instagrammed about (ha, another shameless plug for you to follow me on said social media platform) has rendered me extremely, extremely miserable and unstable. #firstworldproblems
Normally, I would have found solace in comfort food of the Nutella variety, but alas! The jaw is wired shut for another 5 weeks. Let the sobs ensue. #sobs #nomorefatrollslefttograbontoforsupport…. Thus, I turn to fashion to provide me much needed gaiety from the tragedy that befalls me. After all, fashion is, at its heart, a transformative superhero with brain-altering powers. And you all know by now, my great affinity for everything of the Sesame Street variety.
So today on the roster: convertible garments. I’ve always been a big fan of items that can be worn in a multitude of ways. Pants as sleeves, peplums as skirts, and even the tube top as pencil skirt. You’ve seen skirts worn on top of pants, skirts worn on top of dresses, but have you ever, in all the years of your pitiful existence (oh my angry little heart) seen a dress worn on top of skirt (as exhibited so eloquently in exhibit A featured above)? #gasp #shock #horror #sacrilege
This is a rhetorical question for which the obvious answer is no, because only on roxthefox could we dare to be so innovative, right? Right. And even more inventive, the conjuration of a term that combines wearing a dress on top of a skirt. I wittingly coined it: dressirt! I could have strategized a million ways to display this dress worn differently, but let’s be honest, I’m not really an overachiever, and where’s the fun in feeding you quantities of outfit ideas rather than small glimpses at easy figure-it-out yourself style? At least then you can wholeheartedly take credit for how badass you look.
So here I am, wearing a Theory dress (normally knee length) on top of a tiered Chloe skirt (last seen here), hiked up and held together with an elastic band. Teehee, I’m so classy. In my defense, I ventured about this ensemble as a complete accident. I already had the skirt on from a previous engagement, and had planned to change into this black dress before an event. Since I had little choice but to change in a public parking lot (#publicendangerment #ripinnocenteyes) and since I obviously believe that underwear is overrated (#bigfanofcirculation #freedom #ventilation #tinglyfeelings), I had to keep the skirt on, until the dress was fully on and covering no man’s land. Long story short, the dress got stuck at my waist, and lo and behold! Before you knew it, I had launched a trend that will, without a doubt, creep into the wardrobes of some of fashion’s most trusted style leaders. Dressirt is all the rage peepulz. Now, I do wish that I had a belt to pull in this entire look together, but there’s only so much genius that can be created in public parking lots. Just ask North West. #OHYEAH
I guess this post wasn’t really about transforming your garments as much as it was about styling them differently. So I suppose I’ve just wasted your precious time on this utterly useless, garbage of a post. Do you also think that the aforementioned man stopped replying to me because he, by whatever chance, in the 45 minutes of our tete-a-tete, discovered this blog? If anyone’s up for harassing this blasphemy of a person on Instagram, call me.
What do you think though, does this trend have staying power or does it all too clearly scream victim? Or is this even a trend or more musings into the delirious mind of roxthefox? Or are the strings hanging from my Chloe skirt too damn distracting to answer any philosophical questions I pose to you? Go.