Knowing that I am the LAST person to want to follow an overseen trend, copy another's outfit, or just feel like an imposter, Lollapalooza was a true test for my creative head. At a festival that is filled with just about anything, I knew that I had to step up to find my own direction. Dragging my feet into the local mall by my hometown, I had little to no inspiration whatsoever. I popped into a few stores but had no luck. With one final push, though already accepting defeat, I walked into Forever 21. Immediately a piece of iridescent sequined fabric caught my eye. I sprinted to the dress as if it was the biggest moment of my life, only to be disappointed. Not only was the baby pink sequined dress the wrong size, it also had a busted zipper that was at the point of no return. Though I felt even more defeated once realizing the dress was less than mediocre, a tiny voice in my head started screaming at me to buy the dress. I was walking out of Forever 21 with a final sale dress and a seventeen dollar dent in my wallet nearly as fast as I spotted the dress to begin with. But as soon as I stepped out of the store, ideas for fixing the zipper and other potential alterations started lighting up my mind.
Driving home the ideas were bouncing around in my head like no one's business. I started calling my mom (the design guru) and spitting out each thought as it surfaced. As soon as I pulled into my driveway, I ran straight up to my sewing machine, threw down the dress, and started marking it up. Suddenly, I realized that there was so much more potential for this dress other than just reattaching a zipper -- and my goal for an original outfit started showing through once again. Without thinking, I cut out the entire baby pink liner of the dress that was beneath the shear sequin overlay. A bit of panic ensues after a decision (or impulse) such as this happens. However, I kept plugging away at the initial plan and suddenly had a functioning zippered, shear dress.
Now as I said before, the dress was already too big. Since I was working with a shift silhouette, I decided that chopping the life out of it would be the perfect solution. So that is what I did, and a few inches shorter than I anticipated, my dress was complete.
For my final look I chose to throw a white French cut bikini on underneath, hoping that there would be enough reflective material in the rectangular sequins to not be too showy -- as this was already breaking the skin to clothing ratio I normally follow. The dress was paired with my favorite Wicked White Naked Wolfe boots, and a camelback of course (this is festival attire after all). Paired with some space buns, hot pink eyeshadow, and a bit of glitter, my outfit was complete.
I am consistently shocked by the little sparks of inspiration reside. I never expected an undesirable trip to the mall would result in a full outfit of originality, color, and sparkle. It is beyond important to remember how our senses can catapult us into inspiration.
XO,
KRC
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