Do you ever feel like dressing like a grandma, some days? I do and I did in this blog post. I have a soft spot for patterns, so much so that my closet was full of patterns a few years back. A little bit irritating when it came to actually mixing and matching and come up with outfits that were visually pleasing. I barely had any basics, except my jeans. I was a walking optical illusion.
So I grew, and I learned: what works for me, what defines my style. That’s why I started this blog. I usually don’t follow trends and don’t give in to the idea that you have to wear the “it” thing of the moment. I have the same skinny jeans and the same boots I’ve been wearing to death. I used to shop compulsively and only wear a few items. Who isn’t doing that? We shop for a second of high and then have these piles of clothes that never get used. Since then I have learned to cherish what I wear. To find meaning in each item I wear. To attach to a memory, a workplace, a personal event, a time happy or sad.
