When I met my husband in college, I was prone to wearing Grateful Dead t-shirts, baggy jeans and yellow socks with tevas. I liked to smoke a pipe from time to time and listen to Tom Petty. You get the picture. My hubby came in to my life with a swing in his stride, fantastically broken-in cowboy boots, and a cigarette case that matched his lighter. Can you say swish? We were a match made in heaven on all fronts but the fashion.
Over the years, I have had an ebb and flow of trying to be more fashionable than my teva times, with some limited success and some flame out failures. While some things come naturally to me (spacial design, process design, and business design), fashion has always been a struggle. And I've always wanted to be better, which has resulted in some really desperate combinations. For debate tournaments in high school, I would show up in a cocktail type dress with sheer pants and a pearl choker. I choose to wear satin skorts with thigh high stockings to my college classes (now trying to impress my husband). I'm the girl that shows up wearing 7 REALLY unusual pieces. I think the current industry term is "hot mess".
Truth be told, I've never really took the time to understand my own style. Instead, I've followed the trends, buying crap each season and never wearing half of it. I have collected a really unusual (I like to think playful) collection of shoes over the years. Now that I have a daughter, I can see my choices are closer to a two year olds than a grown woman. As I type this, I am wearing a silly Old Navy tee shirt with a "Swoon in Cancun" motif, some skinny black Kut from the Kloth jeans and some monkey socks I picked up in Tokyo. Who wears this crap? Oh yes, my two year old loves the socks.
So this blog is not another fashion blog, but a blog about the fashion desperate. The girl that always wanted to be cool, but never quite made it. If you are cool, you can gloat in your better-ness by reading this blog. If you are like me, you can appreciate the lengths that one will go to to try to attain the holy grail of fashion.
Style Illiterate
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