I just found out that I, at the ripe old age of 27, will be returning to school. (I think it has everything to do with the budget backpacks that aren’t ugly post, don’t you? Good mojo, there.)
So, in the interest of me getting into the program I am applying for, I am going to continue writing about the most preppy of the scholastic academia-wear until all of my degree-related dreams come true, nothing hurts and everything is easy.
What’s the first thing you think of when you hear “scholastic wardrobe?” Pleats, obviously. Pleated skirts are never going to be not-adorable, so I harbor no guilt for planning a collection of them. Boyfriend, if you’re reading this, just stop - they’re for me, not for you.
Talking with my friend Zoë this morning, I realized that pleats, in some cases, may be a bad idea for me. We share a fairly aggressive case of Chronic Bitchface, so adding pleats to that may create a bit of an intense vibe. But for me, I put my hair up and add glasses, and instantly whatever I’m wearing is “hipster-y.”
Eh. What can you do? Long live Hipster Bitchface.