I grew up with many sisters, and many of them often comment on how long I take to get ready. I currently live with two other girls, both who are pretty low maintenance, and they have gotten to experience my high maintenance nature. The struggle is very real for us high maintenance girls. I can’t tell you how many times I have gotten looks and heard “oh my gosh” for getting ready at LEAST an hour early for something.
- Picking out an outfit could take hours.
I often go through several outfits before finally choosing what I want to wear. I have to make sure every aspect matches and looks right. I usually end up with shirts, scarfs, and pants thrown all over my bed when trying to figure out what to wear for the day. I try to pick out an outfit the night before, but I usually end up wearing a completely different combination of outfits. - You have to use your roommates/friends/sisters/mom as judges.
While picking out my outfit for the day, I usually end up walking out of my room asking my roommates if it all looks okay together and if everything matches. When I am home I always ask my sisters and my mom. And the simple “yes” will never do. I basically need a detailed report… and I can tell if something just looks funny.
- Doing your hair is no easy task.
Should I wear it up? Maybe a messy bun? Braid? Maybe I should wear it down.
These are the thoughts that run through my head every day! I try to just go in and throw it up the way I want it, but something always ends up changing. I probably fixed my hair three times in the mirror this morning and once as soon as I got to school. - Make-up takes time.
Going a day without my makeup is torture. I have to have base, blush, bronzer, and mascara on and I am good to go! Sometimes something gets messed up and I have to start that part over (part of the reason I don’t wear eyeliner everyday) before I can continue. No, it is not something that I need, but I like it and that is all that matters. - Jewelry is a MUST.
I’m the type that feels naked without my rings, earrings, and necklace. I have to have it all matching and I need it to correspond perfectly with the outfit. Does the necklace work with the neckline of the shirt? If not, take it off and start over. Sometimes this step requires a completely new fashion show. A second opinion never hurt anyone. - Running late is an everyday thing.
With everything that has to be taken care of before leaving the house, there are many times that I am late or cause others to be late. Many times in my life I have sent the message “almost ready. Leaving soon.” For those of you who have received this message on multiple occasions, I’m only half sorry, but I bet the pictures came out great! - Planners take priority.
Being in college, working, and being high maintenance really takes up time. A planner is a must in order to make sure you have time to the things you need to do… and have time to get ready for them. - You have your own quirky style.
So many times I have heard “I mean, I wouldn’t wear it…” I have developed my own sense of, what I consider, fashion. I love the decades, so my style is a mix of all different things (90s high-waist, 60s tie-dye, etc). I also have different rules that I HAVE to follow. Ex: black and brown are a no! Now, the struggle occurs when you really want advice and you think it looks good, but no one really gets your style. I just want to know if my flapper tassel shirt looks good over my high-waisted 90s shorts with my cute 2010s boots… Is that too much to ask! - Who has time for breakfast?
I have skipped breakfast too many times to count. Between outfit, hair, makeup, and taking care of my dog, I have no time for food in the morning. I don’t even think of food that early. My only substance is a nice warm cup of coffee! - Other high maintenance people… <3
I love meeting other people who take just as much time as I do to get ready and feel the same way as I do about getting ready. It’s just nice to know there are other crazies out there. And getting ready together is so much fun (and usually takes longer than when you are alone). They just get me!
