Weird confession: I hate buying my own hoodies.
I think that this habit has stemmed from my five years at an all-girls' boarding school, where the ultimate 'it' item, sartorially speaking, was a hoody with the logo of a boys' school on. Wearing one of those said, "Yeah, I've got a male acquaintance who attends St. Peter's Royal Academy for Trustafarians*." Or, more simply, "I KNOW AND ACTUALLY SOCIALISE WITH AT LEAST ONE BOY." This may sound seriously lame, but living with 300 girls and not a whiff of testosterone, an hour away from a city, boys were about as elusive as unicorns (in fact, I spent quite a lot of time searching for unicorns in the woods; I was never quite so hopeful as to bother to look for a boy there).
There was only one thing cooler to wear than a boys' school hoody, which was a school rugby shirt with an actual boy's name on the back. Because that said, "Yeah, I've got a male acquaintance who attends SPRAT, and he's a rugby player which means he's seriously cool, AND he likes me enough to give me his rugby shirt, despite the fact that they're custom ordered and his coach will probably kick his ass for giving it away."
It worked the same way for boys' schools, too, apparently. You'd see many a young toff wondering down the Kings Road on their weekends out, bearing hoodies emblazoned with the emblem "Pudding Norton House for Trainee Tennis Wives**", or PNHTTW for short, strutting their stuff and looking so desperately chuffed with themselves for having acquired such a trophy. Amazing, really, isn't it, the value which we used to place on what was essentially a smelly, stained piece of P.E. kit. Oh, single-sex education.
(In hindsight, I should add, I'm pretty sure most people just nicked them off their siblings. I sure as hell did. Because sure as hell no-one was going to give brace-face Mo their hoody, voluntarily. Criiiiinge.)
SCCWID hoodies were the other main contender for fashionable attire at boarding school - however, they were for a good cause, so that seems slightly less cringe-worthy and ridiculous.
Recently, however, I found myself without a hoody (they have a way of wandering off), and sometimes you just need hoody days. Sadly, I couldn't actually steal one off the boy (he's super-trendy and doesn't actually own one - plus he spends even more money on his clothes than me, so I always feel a bit nervous when I'm wearing something of his. Because I spill drinks on myself. A lot), and also I think at the grand old age of 22, I'd feel a bit ridiculous wearing a "I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!" statement piece. That ship has most definitely sailed (maybe).
Fortunately, I managed to pick up this beaut in a Gap outlet a few weeks ago. Last night was quite debaucherous - all of these street parties and festivities are in danger of turning me into quite the Royalist, you know - and so today is most definitely a hoody day - a day to read, bake, and basically just slob around and be comfortable.
And it's an extra-large, so maybe I can trick my friends into thinking that it actually belongs to a boy!
Anyway, that was a massive tangent; here's what I wore today.
|Hoody - Gap; Necklaces - Gifts; Top - The Kooples; Chords - H&M; Boots - Vintage|
Also, I picked up this gorilla top at The Kooples pre-season sale last weekend, and it makes me LAUGH. I like to pull gorilla faces when wearing it (see above).
Did this hoody thing make any sense to any of you? Or are you just a little more certain than before that I'm clinically insane?
* Sadly, this is not the name of an actual school, but you get the idea.