Single Sole Pumps

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My Spring Essentials May 2015

My Spring Essentials May 2015

MANGO snap button shirt
$37 –

Dorothy Perkins white booties
$41 –

My First Attempt

As always, I awaited 11:59 p.m. last Thursday evening. For those of you who don’t know, that’s payday. That’s when the direct deposit hits my bank account at the speed of light and it departs just as quickly. Well most weeks I can manage to save some money and spend wisely, but yesterday was a TOTAL bust.

Not quite sure where to begin. I guess the beginning is as good a place as any…

It was late afternoon Wednesday. I had no finals for the day and I was extremely excited. The roommate tried to convince not to go to work, but no amount of words were persuasive enough to keep me from another 11:59 Thursday evening. So after a shower, girl talk, and a quick breakfast, I headed to work.

I watched the clock constantly, sort of like the ticktockman in Ellison’s “Repent Harlequin.” 2 hours and thirty minutes could not pass quickly enough. I normally liked work, but this day was torture for me.

See, I’d been bugging my roommate all week and it was the day. She’d promise to be some what of a chauffeur and shopping budding, she had to get a graduation dress. The plan was to leave at 2:30 p.m. and head out to peruse our neighboring town. Work was just another hurdle on my track to my dream wardrobe. I hadn’t had an opportunity to go “real” shopping (as opposed to the “fake” online shopping) since beginning this venture, so needless to say I was excited. The clock struck 2:15 and I was out that office door. I ran home to meet the roommate who soon became my next hurdle, wasting precious shopping time on homework (how dare she).

Equipped with a mental list of the items and characteristics of my dream wardrobe, we hit the road so I could hit the racks. First stop? Forever 21.

Yes. I got sucked in. Sucked into every fast fashion store and ended up buying things that i absolutely did NOT need. I told myself I wouldn’t do it. I told myself NOT to do it, but like a bad drug Ms. Russe, Ms. 21, and Ms. Seal managed to get me once again. I was on a high. I was finding things that looked cute and they were cheap. This was absolutely NOT the plan. But they got me again.

All wasn’t lost though. I bought a blouse, that was on the list right?

Phase 1

I’m not quite sure where to begin. I’ve read some things, a lot of things actually, but no source gave me any information that I could use; so in true Taniqua fashion, I’m creating my own process. My first step? Dreaming. Considering my  “perfect” wardrobe. For me, its not so much about a specific style of dress but characteristics of my clothes. First things first, it absolutely has to be quality. Longevity is everything to me. The rest of my requirements, I’ve complied in a nicely numbered list, because I can’t think of artistic ways to express these thoughts.

  1. Quality/Longevity
  2. Versatility
  3. Fit!!!!!!!!!!!!
  4. Uniqueness
  5. Comfort

In my new wardrobe, a lack of these elements will NOT be tolerated. Each piece of clothing I own (or will own) must possess each and every one of these qualities.

Based on some intense scholarly research—okay okay maybe it was only 30 minutes on Google, but hey, same difference right?—I’ve decided to compile a list of wardrobe essentials. Its sort of like a blueprint before the building of a great house. I will establish the building blocks of my “perfect” wardrobe. Without a strong foundation, the house will fall, so this step is imperative.

The Curated Wardrobe


Graduation is vastly approaching—okay maybe two years isn’t exactly what one would define as “vastly approaching.” But never the less, I am growing up, which is my point. After graduation I’ll be headed into the big world, and if things go as I please, the big world of fashion. And I’d like to have a wardrobe to match. Not a very large wardrobe. Just one that speaks about my personal style and of course age appropriate, because appearance does dictate perception.

I’ve always been a quality over quantity kind of girl, when it comes to just about anything, so it hasn’t surprised me that as of late I’ve been finding myself swooning over some great designer pieces. I’ve managed to persuade myself that these were investments that would last me a lifetime and I’d never have to buy clothes again, unless I absolutely wanted to. But my bank account quickly checked my thoughts. It has also caused me to do some more thinking, which brought me to this conclusion:


My wardrobe needs a makeover.

Some intense curating, organization and tailoring. Something that transcends the aspect of time and fashion cycles while also staying true to my personal style.  Something that speaks of who I am before I even open my mouth. A visual expression of me.  This is my first time ever embarking on a task like this, but I’m a research kind of girl and I love a challenge. I’m going on this journey with the destination of a better looking me. This may mean giving up some things and looking rough for a while, but it’ll be worth it. What will I learn along the way? I don’t know, but I’m ready…