It all started with a quote: “Because real people don’t wear sparkle pants to Olive Garden.” After reading magazine after magazine while growing up, I discovered a love for fashion. More than that, I also discovered that much of what is reported on or shown as popular throughout the fashion industry is unrealistic. I mean have you seen the runways or looked at the latest photoshopped make up ad? As you probably already know, a night out to dinner at Olive Garden is much more realistic.
When I was reading through an article that recommended I wear sparkle pants for a night out, I couldn’t help but to envision the looks I would receive in the Midwest after leaving a sequins trail (because lets get real, they never stay on) & likely bread stick crumbs from your oh so typical chain restaurant. This is exactly why I began Reality Chic, to show a slightly more sarcastic yet stylish side of life for 20 somethings who wouldn’t and/or couldn’t be caught wearing sparkle pants. Little did I know, that I would be in for a ride…
Reality Chic was once a place that helped 20 somethings transition their style from college into the real world. In college, it’s all fun and beer pong until you graduate. You accept your well-deserved diploma in a weird cape of a dress that more or less represents Judge Judy and not the university, walk across the stage in black closed-toed heels and gladly accept the “B.S.” (bachelors of science, of course) that officially enters you into the real world. You’re excited, ambitious, and optimistic of what lies ahead . But let’s not forget you are a little uncertain about the lack of a job and your new “apartment” that is mistakenly identical to your parents house.
Though you have a new perspective on your so-called 20 something adult life you’re not quite sure where you or your style belongs in your twenties. Adult? Sophisticated? Young? Hot? Fiance? Trendy? Wife? Comfortable? Mom? Executive Assistant? Simple? Waitress? Nurse? Teacher? Edgy? Girlfriend? Student?
Whether you’re 22 or 29, it’s likely you and your liver recovered from the past 4 years of partying and eating late night Taco Bell (80% beef, really?). The question is… did your wardrobe?
Does it still resemble a somewhat broke, college/high school fanatic, skimpy clubbish, ultra comfy, homeless, formal version of yourself better known as a wardrobe hangover? With cheap $8 Forever 21 shirts, college and left over high school apparel, a Northface zip-up, giant Uggs, Victoria Secret sweatpants, and formal dresses, there isn’t many places a post grad should go let alone be seen in these type of clothes.
It’s probable that you feel like somewhat of an “in-betweener” when it comes to fashion. You’re afraid of looking matronly, but don’t want to dress like you’re a student either (even though you might technically still be one). You want to attempt to look young and stylish, but still look your age. And you also need a balanced wardrobe that can take you from the office to happy hour or shopping to dinner with friends.
No worries, I too am there!
Fast forward 3 1/2 years later and this once disheartened recent grad went from unemployed blogger (seriously depressing) to passionate president (seriously loving) of Canopi.me. This blog brought me back to reality, made me more fashionable than I ever could have imagined, and brought me more opportunities than I possibly could have dreamed of. And to that, I owe this blog, my readers, and the blogosphere itself something bigger than just a thanks and a few extra posts. I want to leave it a better place than when I started.
While it’s still important for me to help to 20 somethings transition to new style, I’m ready to share my journey on a slightly more personal and, of course, fashionable note. At the beginning of this journey, ‘reality chic’ was something that I aspired to. Now I’m finally able to give you a real look (naturally documented by iphotos) at the world where my blog has taken me. From fashion to my life in a startup to my mad addiction to coffee & hipsters (don’t judge), it’s time to show off a glimpse into how my reality (some way or another) actually became chic!