Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.
Ever since I was a small girl I loved pretty things. I loved make up and clothes, still do and seemingly to my detriment. And when I learned to speak, I was very vocal about what I liked to wear. I loved to have puffed sleeves and a swinging full pretty skirt when going to a party. I was, to say in a manner of speaking, and still am, a funny little critter.
But as I got older school and all of life’s little events took precedence over fashion, there were some days when I just looked a hot mess. I haven’t abandoned the pretty things in life, they just aren’t often times the priority. They do, however, always have a special place in my heart. And I tend to make trips back to it when I need a pick-me-up. Sometimes it’s retail therapy and sometimes it’s because I want a change of pace or because I am making changes in my life. I have been thinking about this more and more since I have been trying to institute changes in my life.
Going through my wardrobe has got me thinking about past choices. In my teens and early twenties I think I was experimenting with fashion. I think that’s something we all do, and let’s face it we’ve all probably had some awful outfits at one time or another. But through that experimenting we found out what worked for us, and established a personal base line. Most people figured out what jeans looked good on their shape, which sort of tee was right. Which maker was cutting for our body type and what needed to be altered. We also figure out what colors look right with our skin tone as well as what made us look ill. For instance as a petite olive-skinned Asian woman, large floral prints make me look like a deranged Oompa Loompa, like I got away from the Chocolate Factory and was trying to be incognito, but really I’m not fooling anyone. Which is to say…I look terrible. Then there are things that work well for my proportions, like low-rise jeans have a way of looking proportionate.
In addition to those items that I know compliment me, there are items that are just my personality. I think these are items that I love just because they tickle my fancy, they make my heart happy, and they just make me smile. I think in addition to my suitable basics I have a wardrobe full of things that are my treasures. They are things that I enjoy for their pure enjoyment. I think that through my trail and effort I have honed my skills for spotting the right thing for me and decreased the emphasis on trends and fashions. I have come to the realization that fashion is a type of industry which chooses to attempt to control the way we see ourselves and create an insecurity so we will buy their product. As consumers we are the ones who really decide. I think that’s why so many blogs on fashion are popular, because it’s people on their own doing their own thing. I personally like popping my eyes onto style and lifestyle blogs to see what someone’s take on a piece is. Recently I found a fabulous blog called Bourbon & Pearls, Tabitha is so chic and cool, she’s become my new style hero. She recently blogged about controlling your closet, because it can get out of hand really easily, her tactic is to exercise control with use of a 22 hanger rule. I think that’s a great idea. Rules can help you to only purchase when necessary, and if you limit your spending you be more thoughtful when spending. Adding to Tien’s suggestion of the mantra chant “…do I really need this…?” So if you decide it’s time to get a new item, then research for the perfect item, you will be so glad when you do get that item home.