Due to a delicious combination of negative self-talk, a tight budget, and laziness, I have been a slob my entire life.
Let’s just take a look through the iPhoto archieves:
Yes. That happened.
And then– I moved here and saw six year old girls wearing knee-high leather boots and perfectly knotted scarves.
I watched women of all shapes and sizes, wearing glorious jackets that enhanced their forms, providing instant elegance.
I observed (with no lack of enjoyment) men in form fitting sweaters and collared shirts.
And I realized that it was time to up my game.
I started with scarves. My mother-in-law had passed along some lovely scarves, so I already had them. But now, I started wearing them.
It quickly became an illness.
I’ve also become vaguely obsessed with boots.
Yesterday, I went shopping at a store called El Corte Ingles, which is like a Spanish Macy’s. My friend kept telling me that my clothes were too big. “In Spain now,” she said, “No es America. Our clothes fit.”
And thus, I have entered the next frontier–tucking in my shirt, and getting rid of the baggy.
Sometimes, thinking about my clothing is a huge hassle. But sometimes….it’s a lot of fun.
Clothing doesn’t have to be armor. And I don’t have anything to hide.