Have you ever experienced what psychologists everywhere have termed the ‘Zara Sale Purchase Paradox?” (I may or may not have made up that bit about psychologists..not the point). The scenario unfolds like this: you enter the heart-beating frenzy that is a Zara Sale, drunk on the excitement and perfume fumes permeating everywhere. Overwhelmed with anticipation, you grab no fewer than 576 items to try on in the dressing room (after a 3 hour queue, obviously). You end up purchasing five or so items, so gloriously proud and thrilled to possess these would-be-full-price-but-you-got-them-in-sale finds. And then you take them home, and in the sobering, cold light of day, you come to terms with yesterday’s embarrassment of yourself: “What the hell did I just waste my money on?’
Oh yes, there have been times where I’ve found myself in the clutches of a Zara Sale Purchase Paradox. However, finding this star-print shirt, my friends, was not one of them.
Star-prints have been having their thing this season (and I love it!). And so I jumped (probably literally) when I found this star-print oversized shirt in Zara’s after-Christmas sales. It’s oversized in that sexy “I stole this from my boyfriend” way, without showing cleavage to make you blush (so. hard. to. find). The shirt isn’t available anymore, but Boohoo do an oversized shirt with a very similar star print.
Overall, this outfit post is probably my favourite that I’ve done. One, because it was shot indoors (not having to freeze my ass off posing awkwardly on city streets? YES PLEASE). Secondly, because I don’t think a post yet has so accurately depicted my style.
As I’ve mentioned in other fashion posts, this year has marked a change in how I buy clothes and build my wardrobe. In an attempt to cull bad fast-fashion shopping habits (god knows I have those), I’ve been instead focusing on building a capsule, well-edited closet, bolstered from the mantra of quality over quality and ensuring that all my pieces fit together.
I’ve also been reflecting on what actually my “personal style” is. And while my first response will always and forever be “in a constant state of wearing sweatpants and stuffing my face” (the ultimate personal style), in non-sarcastic reality, my style is actually pretty apparent. Oversized shirts in soft fabrics or linen; skinny ripped jeans; boots, espadrilles, or sandals; and, if I’m feeling brave enough, a hat.
On a given Spring day, you’ll most likely find me either wearing this star-printed shirt or my other favourite from Gap in a semblance of this exact outfit. It’s my uniform, my comfort-food, my I-feel-good-today jam.
And yes, I may be trying to up my style credentials just a tad (as I chatted about in my last style post), but for the most part I’m happy to rock this. As they say — “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”