Make Like The Nuns From "The Sister Act"

...And follow my blog (that was a reference to the song they sing called "I Will Follow Him." I've never actually seen the movie, but they sang this in the freshman girls chorus at my school and I now know all the lyrics. I thought it was an appropriate comparison to draw for the situation.)! Or rather, become a follower.

I interrupt our usual Fashion Week programming for an important interlude.

I have been asked countless times by people what it means to "follow" my blog, something that I usually request that avid readers do. I shall now quell your queries about this very subject. By becoming a follower, it essentially lets me know that you read You're A Tulle. It's really that simple. But this small act of kindness (following my blog, that is) can lead to hours of happiness for me, which is why I strongly encourage anyone who reads my blog often to follow (pun!) the easy peasy lemon squeezy steps below. Or you can just click here for the pre-made Blogspot instructions, but they're a little bit dated so I'm not sure how simple they'll be for someone like you who is not familiar with Blogspot.

I had another tutorial that I did a few months ago, but for some reason whenever people use that one they never show up on my list of followers. That's why I'm creating another one--I'm prayin' that this time it works. Let's do this.


Please note that these screenshots were taken a while ago. My following has gone up since them, thanks to my lovely followers. Also, be sure to read the writing in red. It gives very detailed instructions, whereas the writing in black above the photos is just the general gist of what you should be doing. I know that the red is a bit small/difficult to read, so I made the photos as large as they could be. That's why there's some awkward overlapping going on, hence why I am writing an unnecessarily long preface to this tutorial.

STEP 1:
Sign in to your Gmail or Blogger account (if you've got one. If not, skip to the next step.). After you've signed in, skip to Step 6. I'm not kidding, you get to bypass all of this. Alright, fine, you got me. You have to click approximately two buttons after this but that's it, and that's a promise. I think.

STEP 2: 
Locate the "Join this site" button and click on it.

STEP 3: 
Select your preferred social media account.

STEP 4: 
Click "Follow this blog."

STEP 5: 
Rejoice, for you are done! Well, you have to click "Done" first, but then you're officially a follower. After that mini window has closed, make sure the number of followers changes. If it doesn't something is wrong. (Don't worry, I deleted myself as a follower after I finished taking the screenshots for this tutorial. I'm not that desperate.)

STEP 6:
Well hello there! I hope you enjoyed the ride from Step 1. Just click where I've labeled below to click and press one or two buttons, and voilà! You're my newest follower. It's as easy as pie (an idiom which I have never understood, because what about pie is easy? Eating it? Baking it? It was never specified. Now I feel like Flula.)

If you've successfully completed these steps, then thank you very much! You don't know how much I appreciate it. To give you an idea, it's a lot. Like, on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being unfazed and 10 being I'm-so-happy-that-I-literally-just-shoot-myself, it's probably an 8.

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You're NOT A Tulle: How To Un-Toolify Yourself

Definition of a "tool" from urbandictionary.com:

"A person, typically male, who says or does things that cause you to give them a 'what-are-you-even-doing-here' look. The 'what-are-you-even-doing-here' look is classified by a glare in the tool's direction and is usually accompanied by muttering of how big of a tool they are. The tool is usually someone who is unwelcome but no one has the balls to tell them to get lost. The tool is always making comments that are out-of-place, out-of-line or just plain stupid. The tool is always trying too hard to fit in, and because of this, never will. However, the tool is useful because you can use them for things; money, rides, etc."

A few things to note here:

1. Not all tools are male. Typically, yes, but even toolishness is not sexist. 

2. "The tool is always trying too hard to fit in, and because of this, never will." This one is the most important of all the above phrases. This is exactly what I base my personal philosophy off of. I refuse to conform if it doesn't feel right. I never jumped on the short, tight, black skirt trend that everyone else my age did, nor did I ever jump on the crop top bandwagon, because they weren't me. I wear things that suit my taste, and the most important thing is that I'm not uncomfortable, ever. I think that's the most important thing for everyone when they're dressing themselves: if they're uncomfortable then they're not confident, and in the words of street style photographer beast, Mr. Newton, "The glue that pulls together an outfit is often just confidence and attitude." 

Definition of "tulle" from dictionary.com:

a thin, fine, machine-made net of acetate, nylon, rayon, or silk.

Not to be confused with the above "tool." 

This post is somewhat of a photo tutorial on how to take those pieces in your closet/drawers that you feel like you're never going to wear because they're just not you, but you feel like you might eventually, so you hold on to them season after season and have yet to wear them, and turn them into completely wearable pieces. Obviously I can't do this for each of you, but I can show you how I did it for myself. 

All photos taken by my sister Rachel and edited by me. I actually edited them for real, but Blogger is screwing them up and making them look grey again after I fixed that. I hope when it posts it's okay, but right now I'm not too pleased with Blogger. I used Photoshop and everything! 

 Step 1: Throw on that thing that you feel like you're never going to wear because it's just not you, but you feel like you might eventually, so you hold on to it season after season and have yet to wear it. I chose this Forever 21 dress that I got from my cousin a few years ago. I have not worn it once. I also put on my comfylicious black tights, 'cause baby, it's c...kinda chilly in my science class.

 Step 2: Throw something that you do like on to cover it up/make it more you. I chose my silk chambray Liz Claiborne top and tied it around my waist to hide the fact that this dress is honestly quite tight. Not something I usually dig. If this top looks familiar, it's because I wore it here and here, and a billion more times that you have not seen.

 Step 3: Layer. Layer more. Layer again. If there's one thing I've learned from the Man Repeller, it's to layer dat shiz on like there's no tomorrow. Once I'd completed steps 1 and 2 this morning, I knew there was something missing, but I couldn't figure out what. Then I thought about how cold it is during science class, and then it hit me: I needed to layer! It's fall for goodness' sake (finally), even thought it doesn't feel like it, so I can layer whatever the hell I want on my body if I feel so inclined. As you can see, I threw on a Forever 21 cardigan I got last winter (there is an abnormal amount of F21 going on today...funny how they're all included in a post about a thing I don't often wear.)

Step 4: Accessorize. There was something really serious missing from step 3. One of them was shoes. Can't go to school without shoes, now can I? I could, but my toes would get crumpled and trampled. And why not wear leopard print Converse if you've got 'em? If you've got it, flaunt it, as they say. So that's what I did. I wore my leopard print Chuck Taylors and stuck one of my three new Missoni For Target headbands on, which you can see below:

Missoni For Target headband, worn just for kicks.

And there ya go! I completely avoided being a tool and wearing something that was not me by just adding a few things here and there. If you've got any questions about this tutorial, let me know at youreatulle@gmail.com.

Let me know in the comments if you liked this, I'll do more if you did.

P.S.: Yes, I did get a haircut. A trim. A trimmy jimmy if you will.

HAPPY NEW YEAR! Enjoy your honey-dipped apples and chocolate babka while it lasts, guys.

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