I’m a Style Huntress
A couple of days ago, I received an email from the lovely Lorelle of the blog Phoenix Rising about Personal Style Week. Apparently she and Melissa of Broken Nerves both wrote similar posts about the hunt for personal style and decided to dub the week “Personal Style Week.”
Their individual posts were written over a week ago, but I think every week should be Personal Style Week because true style never stops, and for that matter, the pursuance of one’s own style is also endless.
I’ve explained numerous times my style inconsistencies. I like to think my wardrobe evokes a feel of hippie meets Pocahontas meets working girl— not of the sexual-favor-selling sort of way— but most days I doubt it looks that way. The clothes I wear fit my mood at the moment I choose them, two hours later I may hate what I’m wearing, or I might wear similar outfits for a week straight.
To me, getting dressed every morning— sometimes afternoon— is a new chance to be someone else. Sometimes I’m a saucy librarian or a soccer mom taking my kid to practice (read: puppy for an early morning walk), and other times, I’m a motorcycle chick disguised as a debutante or Coco Chanel dressed as Jimi Hendrix’s girlfriend. I’m obviously not morphing in to these characters, and I don’t have multiple personality disorder, but clothes help me exude a certain essence. At the end of the day, however, said essence is interpreted by everyone I encounter. So, perhaps personal style is actually in the eye of the beholder.
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So, what do my clothes say about me today? To me, my outfit says, “I’m exhausted but don’t want to look so, and it’s too cold to wear a skirt/dress,” but I’m sure everyone else sees something else. What do you think I’m trying to say with my outfit?
Speak up! What does personal style mean to you?
