Ah, sweet youth. No matter whether you grew up sporting a fedora, penny loafers, poodle skirts, bell-bottoms, leg-warmers, skinny jeans, Madonna-inspired net shirts and rosaries, goth garb, a spikey mohawk, or even a wave that would put the Bieber to shame, you made a fashion statement, unique to you. Describe your favorite fashions from days of yore or current trends you think are stylin’.
Until a couple of years ago, I was fashion impaired.
I just didn’t get the entire ” how to dress ” concept.
How do people do it? It drove me to distraction. They can look at a pile of clothes or zip from one store to another and walk out with actual outfits.
” How do you do that?” I’d ask.
The problem is I’d ask the wrong people and they’d look at me and say, ” Oh, I just have the knack I guess.”
So they’d put on these snazzy outfits and I’d be standing next to them looking like I raided one of the clothing collection boxes that dot empty lots and grocery store car parks from city to city.
Anyway for most of my life I would wear things because they fit.
But I kept on looking for a sign
In the middle of the night
But I couldn’t see the light
No, I couldn’t see the light
I kept on looking for a way
To take me through the night
I couldn’t get it right
I couldn’t get it right
And then one of my friends ( thank you Linda N ) actually took me shopping and showed me how to put outfits together and she helped me find who I was on the inside and how to bring that out- and I ended up looking pretty good and I enjoyed going out more.
The way I dress now sort of speaks to my rocker days, but I didn’t dress like this back then because I was style impaired and I thought I was butt ugly so I didn’t want to draw attention to myself:
I guess it all came down to was being comfortable in my own skin, so that when I put something over it I was good.
It also helped that I started to recite my niece’s mantra in the morning:
So I started to care more about finding those things to wear that backed that up…and lo and behold I started to be able to dive into the racks at the store or in my closet and put together something fun to wear.
I didn’t have to look perfect.
I just had to be able to throw somethings on, find some cool accessories and say-
” I’m feeling this.”
( it’s worth noting that I’m wearing Doctor Who shirts in both these pictures. Look Good, Feel Good Do Good winky wink)
So after years and years of just wearing jeans and shirts from the sale rack and a big coat or sweater to cover it all up with when I went out, now I actually dress -not sure if it’s an actual style.
But it’s all me.