Okay, let’s just get this out of the way nice and early.
Here’s a picture of me (and my cousin) circa 1994.
I’d love to say that this was taken on a bad day, but in actual fact, it was bang-on average. I was a dag. Okay okay, I know the nineties were a daggy era, but I didn’t even embrace nineties style. I was completely oblivious to it. Blissfully ignorant.
And you know what? As a kid, I think that’s perfectly healthy. Surely preferable to the little 7-year-old pop star wannabes you see flouncing around these days. (Eek, I sound old right now. Sorry.)
But here’s my problem.
I never grew out of it. Oh, the daggy phase passed (slowly). But I’ve always felt… “neutral” when it comes to dress sense. I mean, I love fashion, follow fashion magazines, and I recognise the “style savvy” when I see them. But all I ever manage to do is attempt a watered down version of the styles I see around me. It’s never unique and I’ve never taken ownership of my style.
Boo hoo, first world problems, right?
Yep, totally aware that this is superficial. But as a naturally creative type, I find my neutrality both odd (did my creativity choose to flow exclusively to my performing?) and frustrating.
Style (or fashion – whatever you want to call it) is a form of expression. It’s an extension of our personality, passions and quite often, mood. It can give you confidence, it’s a part of how others perceive our professionalism, creativity, credibility and even capability (whether you agree with that judgement or not). And ultimately, when you’re wearing the right clothes, you feel damn good!
The plot twist.
I have another confession to make. You may not understand it after what I just said, but here goes…
I’m a shopaholic.
I’m sort of in recovery – I think- but I always feel it lurking under the surface. Either way, for most of my working years, I spent every spare cent (including the ones I should have been saving) on clothes.
I get rid of garbage bags full every year, but I still currently fill up one and a half (large) wardrobes and a stack of boxes in storage. For full disclosure, here’s a sneak peak of just a little piece of my problem.
And this is AFTER I downsized by about a third. Ouch. So here’s the deal.
My mission, if I choose to accept it:
It’s time to tackle both sides of the problem. One, I need to develop and finally own my sense of style. And two, I need to clear out anything in my wardrobe that doesn’t serve a purpose.
So, in this part of the blog I’ll be:
- Taking a look at style/fashion influencers throughout history (research never hurts)
- Calling on some experts for help (professional or amateur, I don’t care)
- Accepting challenges from you to help me get out of my fashion comfort zone
- Going through my monster of a wardrobe to see what I can make use of
- Getting rid of at least half of my beautiful clothes and donating them to charities such as Fitted for Work
This blog won’t be:
- Your typical fashion blog. As much as I’d love to channel Beige Renegade or The Sartorialist… let’s be honest. They’re frickin’ amazing and I’ll leave that kind of fashion blog to them. Hopefully my version will prove to be interesting in its own way!
So that’s it. Follow along if you’re intrigued! Otherwise, you might find that a different part of my site is more your cup of tea. Either way, thanks for reading. 🙂