There’s been a lot of chatter about wardrobes lately – researching it, finding it, and sticking to it. Two of the top gals on my roster of inspiration, Sarai and Mandi, have both had conversations on dressing for you lately. Finding “your style” has a rap of being attainable only by the high and mighty (yeh Sarai and Mandi, I consider you high and mighty), but even though it is deemed out of reach, I’ve been searching for it lately. Really, it’s because I hate not feeling like myself when I put on an outfit, I hate getting to work and thinking, “What the hell did I put on?” and I hate knowing that I can find my style, and it’s all up to me.
There was a self portrait taken of me last year, and I remember looking at the final version and thinking, “That’s it. That’s me.” I remember rushing back to my notebook/sketchbook/journal and writing, and this is verbatim, “I feel my best when I’m wearing a mix of vintage clothing, modern pieces, and a bit of cream. When I’m simple not trendy, I feel like I’m me and not trying to be them. Remember this feeling, the feeling of feeling awesome, and hold onto that, because that is totally me.” Korny move on my part, yeh probably, but I had to capture that sudden emotion. The black circle skirt was femininity, the shoes were, well, comfortable, and the blouse was a word that I’ve adopted as the embodiment of my style – cream. Not boho-chic, not feminine romantic… cream. Cream is my style. Cream is dressing for me. It’s a simple color, just a shade up from white, and it’s the color associated with antiques. It’s tender and effeminate. It’s the color that goes with everything, even a skin color that borders alabaster and hair color bounces between cinnamon, terra cotta, and coffee. Cream can be worn on top, middle, or bottom, and it can be layered over or layered under. Cream… yes that’s me.
It’s funny… I get these packs from Lisa’s shop every month, and when I put them together, they somehow pinpoint where I am mentally as a seamstress. I don’t think this month could have nailed more closely what I’ve been thinking lately. True irony, people.
