I wore two items of clothing purchased from Anthropologie today, not a very interesting fact to share at first read. However, once you know that just a few short months ago I received boxes from Anthropologie on what seemed a daily basis until I realized it was often blog induced frenzy that was driving my spending. Christmas brought clarity and since then I have purchased exactly four items from Anthropologie, half of which I wore today.
Anthropologie was my drug of choice and there is much about it I still love, including some blogs, but, I had to back away in recent months when I realized that I was letting community popularity impact personal style. I let the sway of mass community love and possible insanity convince me that cut trumped pattern and I found myself buying clothes with cats, teacups, apples, stars, birds, deer, seahorses, raccoons (yes, raccoons), turtles, dogs, etc, it was my Jim Jones purple drink phase.
Look, to each their own, but animals or items you find dotting the walls of a kindergarten classroom also finding a home on my clothes, no matter how gorgeous the cut, I'm looking at you Sing Sweetly Dress, just isn't my thing, never has been, never will be and I hope someone benefited from my mass return. When I'm at the park with my baby friend and an older couple exclaims, “so cute, they match,” I am not pleased, in fact, I'm miffed and wonder when the hell I starting letting perceived popularity sway my personal aesthetic.
I'm not the girl with the belted cardigan, truthfully, I don't even understand why you would belt a cardigan but I've seen people pull it off wonderfully and beautifully, but it isn't me, and to manipulate your style to emulate the agreed upon aesthetic of a clothing store just isn't what I want. So, I've spent the last few months purging and rediscovering who I am.
Who am I? I'm the one with the massive corduroy collection, the 22 pair of jeans, the girl with the boot collection, the girl with the tee collection, the girl that loves well-worn and well loved cashmere, the girl that loves grey, green and white, simply and alone. If I have to put on more than six pieces of clothing, including undergarments and shoes but not my coat, I'm sad. If I have to put on seven I reconsider what the hell I'm wearing. If I have to put on eight or more then it is officially a bad bad day. So, that's that and what that was, was a long explanation leading up to me declaring that it was WORM DAY at school and here's what I wore.
The coat was a gift and I know the cost was absurd because the giver, as he always does, left the tag attached, so I wear it for inappropriate activities, such as, digging trenches in search of worms, scooping my hands through the mud while on my knees to send the worms back from whence they came, collecting owl pellets, you get the idea.
Today's song is by one of my favorite artists, Kate Earl. Kate Earl's Fate is a Lonely Hunter is in constant rotation on my iPod. Now, I'll admit her natural growth as an artist threw me for a little loop and I didn't embrace her second release quite as quickly but eventually I came around and her acoustic version of Nobody is my current favorite song.
No comments:
Post a Comment