I had not expected receiving as many compliments as I did on this outfit. Something about childhood nostalgia maybe?
My boyfriend is a fan of the series and as of late had began purchasing the licensed products; Tshirts, lunchboxes, office supplies, etc. Part of the reason I was so apt to purchase a shirt myself was to play on his interests. You know, those moments when you’re in the honey moon stages (2+ years for us) of your relationship and you play in to each other’s favorites of this and that?
I was on the hunt for a top. They had them everywhere for men, but I had yet to locate one in women’s. Even when I searched online, all that had ever come up for me were Tshirts that looked as if they had ironed on designs, or like something you purchase out of a souvenir shop. I gave up on my search, when one day my boyfriend had called me up during a target trip. When I had the chance to get my eye on it, I was disappointed to see it was a muscle tank. It was hard to hide the disappointment on my face, but I laced my fingers through the hanger and carried it around the store anyway. I debated endlessly in my head on whether I wanted it that bad or not. I did my usual routine of trying to envision what pieces I would wear it with, and it was not quite clicking. By the time we reached the register, I paid for my cat food and handed the shirt back to the cashier. Not more than fifteen minutes after we had left, I spent more time envisioning the outfits in full that would include that shirt, and I wanted to turn around and purchase it. It wasn’t buyers remorse but it was like reversed buyers remorse! Ugh, and by that point I had already been too far to turn back around.
Two days passed and I was still thinking about it. I made the trip to the target in my city, and told myself that if it was there, and in XS then it was meant to be. Sure enough they had it and I scooped it up. I texted him in excitement, as if I had accomplished a great challenge.
I was however, still somewhat weary about the muscle cut on the arms. I didnt want my arms to look manly. I paired it with my black maxi skirt to bring back the feminine side, and yet play “the dark side” of the outfit (like that, see what I did?). Topped it off with some black booties and a silver abstract ring. Took a selfie, sent it to the boyfriend, grabbed my coffee from the keurig and was on my way to the office.
Thankfully my office is quite welcoming of almost anything…and even more so of out of the box styling. No boring suits for us :)
Well….may the force be with you!