Polyvore. The teenaged girl's haven for character development, because everyone knows that you define a character by her clothes, right?
I do love Polyvore. Don't get me wrong, but I'm fairly certain that most girls who write stories like the kind I'm giving you a checklist for right now spend countless hours on Polyvore, putting together outfits for their characters to wear and give lengthy descriptions of. For example:
I went to my closet for a pair of jeans, a top, shoes, and accessories. I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans, a shiny blue top with rhinestones, and a short black jacket. I was feeling edgy today, so I grabbed a strappy pair of black stilettos and black hoop earrings.
That wasn't so bad, actually. A little too much for my taste, but not horrible. But then we have something that could work a little better. but whatever you do, do NOT attempt the following:
I went to my closet and selected my clothes, then went to the bathroom to change.
*le gasp* Oh noes. I did not tell exactly what my character is about to clothe in. How horrible of me to leave such things to the imagination.
You should probably use something like this:
I went to my closet, which is about the size of an average bedroom (my parents are sooooo rich), and looked for an outfit to wear today. I wanted jeans and a top and shoes and accessories, like always. So I quickly went about searching and grabbed an ADORABLE blue top I'd just bought the other day and hadn't worn yet, a butt-hugging pair of black skinny jeans that hugged my butt perfectly, a pair of strappy stilettos that showed off my edginess, and a wristful of bangles. Then I stuck jangly hoop earrings in my ears and grabbed the necklace I'd gotten from my ex for my birthday last year.
Translation:
I skipped in all my awesomeness to my MASSIVE closet where I walked in and decided on my outfit for today. I put on this AWESOME BLUE TOP that showed off EVERYTHING, an amazing pair of BUTT-HUGGING skinny jeans that hugged my FAT BUTT PERFECTLY AND SHOWED OFF EVERY GLUTE, a pair of DANGEROUS POINTY HEELS that would snap because I couldn't balance my FAT BUTT in my amazing BUTT-HUGGING JEANS, and sooooo many shiny accessories that I was PRACTICALLY GLOWING LIKE EDWARD CULLEN - OH. MY. GOSH. Then I ate a huge breakfast that made my FAT BUTT even FATTER and I went to school. Then I tripped on the way down the sidewalk of my huge mansion owned by my SUPER RICH parents and I fell in a bush and died. The end.
I do love Polyvore. Don't get me wrong, but I'm fairly certain that most girls who write stories like the kind I'm giving you a checklist for right now spend countless hours on Polyvore, putting together outfits for their characters to wear and give lengthy descriptions of. For example:
I went to my closet for a pair of jeans, a top, shoes, and accessories. I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans, a shiny blue top with rhinestones, and a short black jacket. I was feeling edgy today, so I grabbed a strappy pair of black stilettos and black hoop earrings.
That wasn't so bad, actually. A little too much for my taste, but not horrible. But then we have something that could work a little better. but whatever you do, do NOT attempt the following:
I went to my closet and selected my clothes, then went to the bathroom to change.
*le gasp* Oh noes. I did not tell exactly what my character is about to clothe in. How horrible of me to leave such things to the imagination.
You should probably use something like this:
I went to my closet, which is about the size of an average bedroom (my parents are sooooo rich), and looked for an outfit to wear today. I wanted jeans and a top and shoes and accessories, like always. So I quickly went about searching and grabbed an ADORABLE blue top I'd just bought the other day and hadn't worn yet, a butt-hugging pair of black skinny jeans that hugged my butt perfectly, a pair of strappy stilettos that showed off my edginess, and a wristful of bangles. Then I stuck jangly hoop earrings in my ears and grabbed the necklace I'd gotten from my ex for my birthday last year.
Translation:
I skipped in all my awesomeness to my MASSIVE closet where I walked in and decided on my outfit for today. I put on this AWESOME BLUE TOP that showed off EVERYTHING, an amazing pair of BUTT-HUGGING skinny jeans that hugged my FAT BUTT PERFECTLY AND SHOWED OFF EVERY GLUTE, a pair of DANGEROUS POINTY HEELS that would snap because I couldn't balance my FAT BUTT in my amazing BUTT-HUGGING JEANS, and sooooo many shiny accessories that I was PRACTICALLY GLOWING LIKE EDWARD CULLEN - OH. MY. GOSH. Then I ate a huge breakfast that made my FAT BUTT even FATTER and I went to school. Then I tripped on the way down the sidewalk of my huge mansion owned by my SUPER RICH parents and I fell in a bush and died. The end.
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