one girl's fashion pit

[serenada]

Part of my wardrobe problem is that I'll look at an outfit or a piece of clothing and think "that's not me" or "that doesn't suit me, really" and I buy it and wear it.

Which is...either better or worse than that one store I used to shop at in Royal Oak where something always fit, and I could never find it anywhere else, so I bought it even if I

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[la_perkins]

I will totally throw a garden party, if people will come up here.

That's kind of the plan for the birthday, in fact, even if there is no real garden.

[amy37]

Does that mean I should bring a garden party dress? Because I have one! And I never have anywhere to wear it!

[la_perkins]

DUH!

[serenada]

Aieee! Pox on my travelling restrictions. I'll have to see what I can do.

[amy37]

I always want to have *one* style. An overall, year-round style. But I don't. I default to jeans, sweaters, boots, hippie-ish dresses or skirts. But then I find sleek low-waist black trousers, and vintage-looking sundresses, and kitten heels, and modern graphic knits, and I think oh well.

I almost never do lace, though, or anything super frilly. And you have to pay me money to wear a puffed sleeve.

[serenada]

The closest I come to a style is the number of times I'll have a piece of clothing repeated in my wardrobe. But then there's so much that will visually directly contradict that.

I'd love to be like Jilli, and have that much of a theme to my wardrobe, but I bet to the trained eye, that's not even that consistent. Just different from us mundanes.

I guess I'm the "do that" dresser. I'll dress in about any style. I'd be wearing a puffed sleeve this morning (corset, stripey tights, skirt with underskirts) if I could find the damned thing. As is, I might have to Make Do. I hate Making Do.

[amy37]

I can always tell when clothes (which I may love) are wearing me, instead of the other way around. There's some stuff I just don't have the ovaries to carry off.

And I'm not sure I'd like to have one look quite as strict as Jilli's, but I do sometimes dream that a stranger could look at my wardrobe and get right away that it all belongs to the same person.

My jewelry is easier. All silver, lots of earrings, lots of color, usually bold(er) necklaces, and big watches and bracelets. Oh, and rings. Lots of rings.

[serenada]

I have decided that clothes never wear me.

Makeup, on the other hand...

You will never convince me that I can put blush on and not look like a clown.

Even when I've had it professionally applied, anything more than lipstick and mascara during the day requires me to either consciously ignore it or repeat a mantra that "They can't tell. Women wear more makeup all the time."

But for some reason, not with clothes, even though I'm sure people may be judging me. I just don't care.