What I Wore In A Week, A Trip To the Fun Home and the Breakfast At Estee Lauder

This week there are only 4 outfits because I was so excited to head home that I didn’t stop to take a photo of what I was wearing…but I’ll eventually restyle to outfit and post it. But moving forward, since we don’t have class on Fridays, you probably won’t be seeing 5 outfits anymore (because I go heavily athleisure on my off days).

I won’t lie to you, I was white knuckling to the end of the week, so I relied heavily on trying to make myself feel up to conquer the day by putting a wee bit more effort into my look. Also, I was lucky to have some fun moments this week to take my mind off of all the stress.

This was a heavy high/low mixing week. I felt a little like I needed to approach my clothes like costumes this particular week. I went to Fun Home Grandpa Chic in my plaid pants and sweater, since I knew the play was set in a funeral home. Also I had the opportunity to attend a sports/technology event, and since I refuse to wear a suit, the second outfit with the leather jacket was my take on a suit. I’m always pushing the boundaries of work wear and what is appropriate, I’m a habitual line stepper when it comes to appropriate attire.

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If you are a broadway nerd like me I would recommend Fun Home because they are doing some interesting things in that play with staging, visuals, and music. I wasn’t in love with the entire experience, but I thought the unique ideas they tried were really fascinating.  Its innovative and interesting, and I would say you should see it if you can.

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I’ll talk more about the Estee Lauder breakfast in a future post about recruiting and informationals, so hang tight on that.

XOXO,

MacKenzie

What I Wore In A Week and A Broadway Musical

This week has been so intense I didn’t even have time to write, let alone stay on top of my weekly posts.

So this weekend you are in for a treat…back to back weekend posts to make up for the missed content. So you will get new posts today, tomorrow, and Sunday.  Here’s hoping I don’t forget what I want to write about!

Now to the clothes:

This was an interesting week. There’s no Monday outfit because it was Labor Day, and I genuinely stayed in my pajamas all day. Also, I had a lot of club kickoffs, and wanted to go into them by making the best first impression that I could.

I’m a huge fan of mixing high/low pieces, so this week in particular there were a lot of under $60 pieces mixed with high end jewelry or more expensive accessories (those Louboutin wedges are so high but soooo comfortable). And whenever I can, I like to wear a belt or nip in the waist in some way. With broad shoulders, a big chest, I have to make sure that I take the waist in or else everything looks gigantic. I played with a little menswear inspiration on Wednesday with the penny loafers and the white button down. Not surprisingly, I hear more from the guys in my class when I wear metallic menswear shoes than anyone else. If I were to say I have a style staple/uniform it would be pencil skirts.  For my shape and daily routine, a pencil skirt adds a little sex appeal to an otherwise blah day.

The pink silk dress was my nod to Casual Friday Hawaiian shirt day, it also looked like I was wearing my pajamas. Saturday was when I got to see Amazing Grace with LeeLee, and I was ecstatic because I finally got to wear a coat somewhere (don’t even get me started on how much I adore fall, and layering). And the last outfit was from a marathon learning team session. I went from church to 3.5+ hours of library time on a SUNDAY. Thankfully J Crew continues to make clothes that feel like PJs so I was at least comfortable.

Yesterday I survived a statistics midterm, so if you see a girl around Manhattan lugging J Crew, TopShop and Sephora bags with FitFlops on, yea it’s probably me.

XOXO,

MacKenzie

What Am I Doing Here?!?

I’m about to be very honest, and vulnerable with you all.

I barely remember what week I’m on and I barely know what day it is, but I’m deep in business school and approaching my first few midterms and major assignments.

I’m slowly seeing the light at the end of the tunnel on Hell Week. But these last few days have been very rough.  I have been Anxiety City and the Mayor of Overwhelmed Junction. I’ve honesty had moments in statistics and corporate finance where I look at the board and feel like I’m reading martian. On a particularly rough day, as I was walking between classes, I wondered why I even wanted to come to business school.  Why did I pray and hope for something so badly, and I couldn’t even figure out what I was doing here if I felt so overwhelmed.

Now let me say, this scenario is the epitome of first world problems. I’m walking around an ivy league campus, able bodied, on a warm late summer day, wondering why God “cursed me” with the desires of my heart.

Now when I start to spiral down the rabbit hole of my feelings, I get real emo. We’re talking Hot Topic with a studded belt and side-swept Beiber bang emo. But it’s funny how God will show you something in the most unlikely of ways.

My godsister LeeLee came to town and talked me into seeing Amazing Grace with her.  To be honest I wasn’t sure I wanted to see a musical about the hymn my late grandmother Ann loved so much, but I would have taken a break to walk over hot coals if it got me out of looking at excel sheets.

Around the third scene, watching slaves be captured on stage, or seeing the embodiment of my ancestors thrown around and branded, something started to stir on the inside. My great grandparent (my granddaddy Green’s parents) were born slaves, and I’m sure they prayed and believed for something better. There are generations of ancestors who’s faith and prayers are the reason I’m here.  There are countless names I’ll never know, but I know I will meet them one day to say thank you for their belief beyond understanding. I bet my great-grandparents would be so proud to know that one of their decedents walks through the halls of Columbia Business School, and has the audacity of faith to dream so big. By the end of the play I was a sloppy mess of happy tears hearing the words to Amazing Grace and understanding them better.

I think at times I feel almost unworthy to be so privileged, because at times I lose focus on the bigger picture. What part am I supposed to play in the story of my people? Will I be able to live up to my own dreams? I have to remember that it is ultimately about following my dream, but it’s also about honoring all those who made countless sacrifices for me to get here.

It took a broadway musical (which I highly recommend EVERYONE go see) for me to get my head on straight, but I feel renewed and refreshed to take on another week.

Thanks for letting me get a little more honest.

XOXO,

MacKenzie