It’s been slow postings here on Haute Macabre lately, as you’ve probably noticed. My partner in crime, Nixon, has abandoned me and has departed to the internetless Land of Recently Moved. I’ve been sending search parties and smoke signals, but the Void of Offline is a vast one. Miss Ebb was in the land of All Internet, at SXSW, and I’ve been here, all alone in Los Angeles. I had been prepping for our Great Migration, which somehow went off without any major glitches. Aside from that, well… I’ve been rather unimpressed by the majority of things that I’ve come across lately, and would prefer sharing quality over quantity to my fellow Macabrians.
Yes, I suppose we could have posted about McQueen’s seemingly Clown Couture, the Muppet Massacre, or Agatha Ruiz de la Prada’s Crayola Constructions, but everywhere I turned, I saw it. The fashion blogosphere raised a synchronized eyebrow and carried on with their regularly scheduled programming. It seems that we are in a rut, and no one has any idea what to wear.
We all have those “I do not want to get out of bed and get dressed” and “I have nothing to wear” days. That’s why I feel like it is terribly important to have a stand by outfit – your very own Uniform of Awesome. Something that is reliable, will always look good, is totally versatile, and most importantly, will always come to your rescue on your clothing crisis days.
I’ve mentioned it before, but I love leggings. They’re tough to wear without looking like a hipster or like you just left the gym, though. The key is to pair them with a long shirt or tunic (which will also hide any god forsaken panty lines or the dread muffin top), a hot jacket or great accessories, and proper shoes. Personally, I feel like if you wear them with flats or sneakers, you’ll instantly fall into one of the categories mentioned before.
That outfit has definitely become my I Don’t Know What to Wear Today ensemble. Variations of it have been everywhere from the grocery store to fashion shows, and the best part about is that as soon as I get home and take my boots off, I’m in instant lounge wear.
Do tell – what’s your uniform?