Sunday, January 16, 2011
A Matter of Style
I always envy people who have a distinct, individual style. You see those women walking down the street who are completely confident and look fabulous. Even if it's something I wouldn't wear - it just looks right on them. It looks like a part of them - like that piece of clothing was meant for them. I have honestly never felt that way about any of my clothes. The only thing that comes close is my small (but growing!) collection of quirky/cute earrings. The sad truth is, however, that you can wear all the quirky/cute earrings you want . . . and still be badly dressed. Hmph.
It's not like I haven't tried to have style. Maybe the problem is that I'm borrowing from other people. Styles I've seen and liked on others and a brief bout of rockabilly/50's clothes inspired by my gorgeous friend Lindsay who made it look so easy. It looked great on her, but on me - not so much. Like all the other styles I tried it felt like I was wearing a costume.
So now I've relegated myself to "cool" T-shirts with jeans and Chucks. I also purchased a leather jacket that I love (but probably looks ridiculous on me). Not exactly the way a girl who's three years shy of being thirty should be dressing. It's comfortable, but not exactly stylish. I can almost guarantee that no one envies me for my style.
Maybe it's too late. Being almost thirty, it's very possible that I've missed my window to have style. But maybe that's not such a bad thing. After all, if given the choice between this gorgeous dress (which I love, especially if it was paired with a bright red cardigan) and this - you probably know which one I would pick. Because I love me some zombies (and cookies).