It's the springtime. It's April and my A to Z writing challenge brings me to talk about fashion and style.
I love Fashion. I love style. And I once thought that I was a very fashionable lady.
It was at a family gathering where everybody was supposed to dress up with the most fabulous of the threads in their closets when my cousin busted my bubble. Since I was a little girl, I was married to the idea that dresses were my best friend and so, I put a really, nice one on and was ready to go.
“You have turned my mourning into
You have taken away my clothes
and clothed my with joy”
– (Psalm 30:11).
I got to the party and everybody was decked out. Men were in tuxes. The ladies were wearing beautiful dresses. And the kids, looking as fresh and clean as a congregation in any given church on Easter Sunday.
I thought I was dressed nice. Whenever I go shopping, I gravitate towards certain looks and feel really good about it when I take it home with me and am able to wear it for a night out.
Such was the case that day. And then it happened. My cousin looked at me and said that I dress like an old lady. My sister said it too and the though stuck with me ever since; and so did the comments. They followed me everywhere I went with people telling me to dress a little younger and to look a little more sexy and my age.
I continued on with the styles I liked. I appreciated wearing dresses and would wear the ones that fit me nice and that had a unique pattern that was flattering to me.
Reality really clattered down on me the other day though. I was watching a news report on television which featured a crowd of elderly people celebrating at a party and there it happened. I saw the women wearing styles and dresses, similar to what I love to wear.
“The observed is somewhat separate from that he sees”
– David Brooks
I once thought that I had a great eye for trends before but have I really been dressing a bit old for my age? Could it be the stores I was shopping at or simply the styles that were available to me that caught my attention? Should I have been that affected by the critical feedback I was given about how I dress? All I know is that ever since this new way of seeing myself popped its cherry, I have been a little bit more conscious and have been trying my best to shift things around. I mean, what better time than the springtime to try something different!
I won’t call it out with the old and in with the new because at the end of the day, I am still me and I feel comfortable wearing certain styles, including my hair as wild as it is without taming, combing or doing anything to it but letting it be; wet and go. This weekend however, I changed up my look and tried different styles which I never have, trying to apply a bit of a younger appeal. Here is a recap!
|Midi dress . It is somewhat fitted |
and I am someone who enjoys a little room and loose-fitted gear.
I am a big teary-eyed person for flowers
and the flowers on it made me love this dress.
Pinned up my hair on one side to tame the fro a bit.
|Normally I would see heels and say no.|
I have to stand on stage with heels on for the duration of the time.
But I love the multi-colored style.
Nice heels. Nice strap.
|I am used to dresses that hit just past the knee most of the time|
and rarely ever have my shoulders out
but I thought that this was
such a pretty pattern for spring and tried it.
Two corn twists with a bang to compliment the dress.
In life, shift happens. Thank God that my family, though their shared opinion was harsh, affected me positively. "I am Changing" in every way.