I'm currently in the midst of a 'closet cleanse' - tossing aside anything that I deem impractical, or void of purpose, and replacing the disposed with fresh, minimalist basics.
In the process of doing so, without really thinking about it, I've put a dampener on my freedom of choice when it comes to shopping. My brain has began to adopt the persona of a moaning mother - nagging and picking;
'Will you be wearing that in 3 months time?'
'Think of cost per wear - is that really worth it?'
'Why didn't you get the washing in I told you it was going to rain?!'
(LOL.)
As much as I adore, and I really do, investing in versatile, foundational, staple pieces that I can interchange, I feel as though I've knocked some of the wind out of my sails.
Like, I've S I M P L I F I E D it too much.
Like, I've extracted the fun out of fashion.
- A monochromatic wardrobe is fabulous.
Its a solidly reliable fall back, a sign of security and quiet confidence - but, when all your searching for is black, white, and stripes, all of a sudden the expansive array of clothes on offer seems drastically scaled down. If your only looking for a certain colour, cut, or shape, you end up tailoring your horizons in a way too bespoke to unconditionally enjoy.
I'm caring too much. I've been so focussed on enforcing this self manufactured ideology of the 'perfect wardrobe' that I've lost touch of just how enjoyable fashion is. I'm approaching it like a project, less like a pastime. I'm disregarding my craving for colour; my love for chartreuse and my lust for mustard, my attachment to aqua, and my pining for pale blue. I'm forever banging on about my passion for colours that make your mouth water, yet I've neglected the inclusion of that desire into my wardrobe.
I'm not experimenting as much as I'd like, and I've had enough of this tomfoolery. I need brights, I need florals, I need positive slogans and adorable motifs - GIMME GIMME GIMME.
- so cute tho.
I've dismissed my want for present trends in exchange for my goal of timeless style.
I feel as though I've misplaced my womanly essence, my femininity, and I want to retrieve it again. It's okay to simply want to feel girly: to want to feel pretty. My Pinterest acutely reflects the fact that I am an affirmed appreciator and adorer of ambiguity and androgyny, but sometimes you just want to feel more definite.
I will forever be drawn to, and enamoured with stripes, its something that is now engrained deep within me and isn't going to budge, and my adoration for a monochromatic palette will never fade. But I have to address the fact that - to myself or to anyone who can relate - placing constraints on a source of enjoyment is detrimental to your interest and the intensity of your enthusiasm towards it.
Its like slowly blowing out candles on a cake.
Fashion is ever evolving - its a living, continually present stimulus that never stops, its consistently inspirational, forward thinking and effervescent.
- and there's me, the lollipop lady thwarting its flow of excitement to my brain.
My epiphany exactly, Iris.
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