And then somehow, somewhere, I stumbled across Sarai's Wardrobe Architect series -- and everything fell into place. It clicked. I've only read through the posts once, and haven't actually begun doing any of the wardrobe cleaning and reflection she suggests, but this post is the starting point for my little journey to my. style. My very own wardrobe, full of items that inspire me, that do not pointlessly take up space, that are not throwaway pieces.
Sarai writes, " ... [Lately], I've been feeling that my wardrobe -- the thing I spend so much time building for the sheer fun of it -- is created a bit haphazardly." This rang so true, and here I am -- at my first blog post about, my first step towards, the architecture of a wardrobe that reflects me.
Week One - Making Style More Personal
"Today, in addition to the ever-rotating whims of fast fashion, we are constantly being exposed to trends through sites like Pinterest, or through blogs. I won’t argue that this wealth of visual inspiration is a bad thing, necessarily. But how do we keep it from diluting our own unique aesthetics and tastes? How do we prevent becoming part of a homogenized, singular “style” rather than expressing who we truly are through our clothing or our homes?"
Today's influence on my personal style: HISTORY.
"How has your personal history informed the way you dress? When did your tastes crystallize? Have they changed over the years, and why?"
My mother dressed me almost up until junior high school. She liked cute, frilly clothes and dresses, and liked to do my hair in tube curls with dramatic bows. That's what I was used to, though often, when I got to school, I would untuck my shirts, unroll my socks, and try to shove my hair into a ponytail. When I reached junior high, I was more interested in the "emo" scene -- probably, in a way, as a rebellion against the frilly outfits of my childhood as well as the conservative aesthetic of my family. I wore goth parachute pants, torn skinny jeans, Pokemon shirts and shirts with band names plastered across them, and neon, plastic barrettes with Converse Chuck Taylor hightops. I stuck to what I saw as a "rocker aesthetic" even through early college. In late college continuing through today, my style moved more towards an indie and alternative rock look, and finally became more refined to what it is now -- a little more classic, a lot more simple, with a love of subtle, alternative-inspired details here and there. The little details are important to me -- the quality of the buttons, a small embellishment right there, a quirky hem on a skirt. I think along with me, my taste in clothing has grown up, but I still have a love for those little dark embellishments that show a little rebellion. Black leather moto jacket with a pastel shift dress and buckled ankle booties? Bring it on.