Tag: Collared Blouses

Why I Could Never Be A Model

blue patterned Cabi dress, leopard flats, circle purse

Happy Memorial Day! I hope you all are enjoying the day off and taking some time to remember the true meaning of today. Now I know, I have been extremely absent from the blog lately…And I’m just going to throw out all my usual excuses: school, work, more school, did I mention school? I’m sending all my apologies for my absence here on Graceful Rags! But now back to the good stuff… Since I do photoshoots quite often and spend lots of time prancing around in front of a camera, I often wonder what it would be like if I were to become a model. I mean, getting dressed up fancy, having your hair and makeup done, and just strutting around in gorgeous clothes all day? Sounds like a dream come true! But then I remember…there are just *a few* things standing in my way. So, here are all the reasons I could never be a model—fashion model, runway model, or otherwise. Continue reading “Why I Could Never Be A Model”

Pastels, Petals, and Pattern Mixing

pastel blue, pattern mixing, white shoes, botanic gardens

Nothing says springtime quite like rocking subtle shades of pastels—I’m thinking eggshell blue, baby pink, lavender, and muted sunshine-yellow. The only problem? I’ve learned over the years (and especially through all my blog photos) that I just don’t look very good in pastels. My skin tone lives for the “go bold or go home” mentality when it comes to what colors to wear. That’s why when the stylish ladies of the Magnificent Eight group asked me to participate in a special “pastel pattern mixing” post, I struggled a bit to put together a fashionable outfit! Continue reading “Pastels, Petals, and Pattern Mixing”

My Name’s BlurryFace and I *Don’t* Care What You Think

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As I talked about in my Halloween costume post, last week I dressed up for Decades Day for my school’s homecoming celebration. I felt ecstatic when the email about the themed days was released—I immediately put aside all my homework and planned my outfits instead. I considered, briefly, that most other students wouldn’t even know about the dress up days because (shocker) they don’t check their emails. Sure enough, I was right. I thought my extravagant 80s attire would be enough of a clue that something was going on—I didn’t just dress like that for no reason. But as I marched into each of my classes and received judgmental stares…I started to feel apprehensive about my costume. But why? Why would I care what other people think? Continue reading “My Name’s BlurryFace and I *Don’t* Care What You Think”