Every time I visit home, my sweet mother asks me, “Taylor, when are you going to start dressing like an adult?”
And every time, I just have to tell her, “Never.”
It’s true. I’m still in college, albeit law school, but still college, regardless. This keeps me from having to rock the business casual that most of you corporate drones have to wear on a daily basis.
My closet has a little bit of everything across the spectrum, comprised from years of collecting. I have XL Comfort Colors tees from college and lululemon tights in every neutral color from my first year out of school. I have cowgirl boots that I used to wear on Saturdays to football games, and more Dallas sports teams’ Nike Dri-Fits than I can list. Mixed in with the Blackhawks jersey I love to wear to bars and get drunk in and slutty tops from my bar-hopping days, are a ton of classy-ass turtlenecks I wear all winter and plenty of work-appropriate blouses and skirts.
It’s fun to get dressed up, occasionally. I’m down to get dressed up a little bit and grab dinner at a new spot every once in a while. I even have to rep full-on business attire at school networking events every now-and-then. But, I’m most comfortable in the shitty clothes I used to wear in college.
Grateful Dead “Steal Your Face” Chacos that are only appropriate for Hangout Fest and ACL? I wear those to law school in the summer. Completely destroyed Rag and Bone jeans I bought on clearance once at Neiman’s paired with a white tee shirt that just says “Trophies” across the front? I’m rocking that on a weekly basis. I have too many pieces of clothing emblazoned with pop culture and Drake references. Did I just buy a hoodie that says “Bad and Boujee?” Maybe. I wear too much athleisure, and honestly not enough real pants. I prefer a handy dandy sports bra over a real one, and would rather wear tennis shoes than leather ballet flats on any given day. My best friend and I like to brunch at The Rustic in old-school NBA jerseys and leggings with mesh panels. I’m still trying to cop some Yeezy Boosts for no good reason at all.
Now, please don’t confuse this article with me not having any style. The wish list on my Nordstrom app is full of “adult” attire. My Pinterest board looks like it was created by your favorite Instagram blogger. Unfortunately, I can’t afford any of it, and since I’ve been reading Vogue since I was in the 7th grade, I have a very skewed idea of what my future closet should look like. Somehow that closet includes my favorite Sublime cutoff tee shirt and a pair of Christian Louboutin pumps. This isn’t a phase, mom, this is who I am. .