Hi, folks! It’s “not even remotely related to books” Wednesday! We could also call it, “It’s my blog so if you don’t like it, leave” day, but that’s a little rude so we’ll stick to the former.
So I’m a recent Birchbox* subscriber, and I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how my fashion sense has evolved since high school. Or, I guess I should say “developed” since high school.
You see, about a decade (or so *cough*) ago, I was a wee lass of about eighteen or twenty who would have been termed “goth”. I wore a lot of black back in the day. A lot of black. Black tops, black jeans, black shoes, black eyeliner (LOTS of eyeliner). But I didn’t set out to be a goth girl, you see. My goth persona happened pretty gradually. In fact, I have a confession to make.
The real reason I turned to goth-dom is that fashion is hard.
You see, it’s much easier to coordinate clothes and shoes and jewelry if they’re all the same color. And what color was I supposed to choose? Pink? I’m no Reese Witherspoon. (Also: blech! Pink!)
Black matches everything. That’s just the truth. So everything I bought was black. I used to joke that it made getting dressed in the dark that much easier, because I didn’t need to see to make everything match. (It’s true, by the way. Although you have to watch for getting things inside out. Don’t ask me how I know this.)
To further embarrass myself, I can tell you that I never looked like this:
As a matter of fact, I probably looked more like this:
(Click the picture to be taken to the photographer’s photo stream. It’s quite good.)
Yes, that’s definitely more what I looked like. *sigh*
I’ve gotten a bit more adventurous in my older (not old!) age. I actually have color in my wardrobe now, but there’s still a lot of my staple: black! I didn’t have many fashion role models growing up. I still don’t really. So tell me, please. Who is your fashion role model?
My daughter is far more fashionable than I’ve ever been, or probably ever will be. That girl can rock her unique style and she’s certainly not afraid of color like I’ve always been! Though I was never goth–my mother probably would have had me exorcised!–I was never anything remotely resembling fashionable. And I’m still not! But it’s cool, I’m okay with that!