Before I say anything, I have to confess that I just googled how to spell ‘blazer’. I’m not illiterate, nor is that word unfamiliar to me, but it just looked so foreign when I typed it. Kind of like when you write/say any one word over and over again until it looks/sounds ridiculous, except I skipped that journey and got right to the destination: blazer=wtf? But I digress…
I remember back in my first year of university when blazers started becoming popular. I actually wore a blazer at least once a week from grades 7-12, but those ones were much less cool, and far more stuffy (although looking back, that school uniform blazer would likely be very fashionable right now). But in 2005, people around me started wearing them… voluntarily. Mind: blown. When I realized how smart and polished they could make me look, however, I quickly jumped on the jacket train. Sadly, I took the leap with a bright pink tweed blazer with frayed edges (think this and this combined). I’m not speaking a word of a lie to you when I say I saw a drag queen wearing that exact blazer walking down the street about a year and a half ago. Not a word of a lie. It’s not quite the look I was going for.
You may say ‘That is a perfectly nice blazer! I’d definitely wear that’. But I’d been wearing a uniform for six years–not only did that delay the awkward ‘learn to dress yourself’ years, I could not coordinate an outfit to save my life. Pink tweed? What was I thinking!? Luckily I’m slightly more coordinated now, and have given blazers a second chance. But while I thought a new blazer would merely be my staple jacket for the office, it turned out to be so much more than that, to my delight. Blazers are utterly awesome for any occasion. Over sundresses, with jeans and a nice pair of boots, they jazz up even my most casual outfits to at the very least make them appropriate for casual Fridays at the office. What’s not to love about that?
Since I actually have a reason to wear them now that I’ve got a job, I’m excited to expand my repertoire of blazers into a wider ranging collection. A few colours, different lengths, all will prove useful and functional in my at-work wardrobe, and I highly doubt I’ll have difficulty fitting them into my weekend wear either. I never thought I’d see the day that I’d want to wear anything other than lulu pants and hoodies on a weekend, but it’s amazing how your outlook changes when you’re not locked to your textbooks all day. So to that I say ‘here here’ to the future, one that is bright, sunny, and not pink tweed.
images via 1, 2, 3, 4
{mum & dad at mum’s surprise party}
