Today's post is off-topic but one that I have been wanting to write for a little while now. If you have followed this blog for awhile then you know of my love for fashion. It is in fact my first love, pre-dating nail art and nail polish going back to when I was a toddler wearing my really snazzy baby blue coat with the white peter pan lapels.
The Stiletto Revolt of 2015
Now that I am in my thirties and moving slowly towards feeling like an actual adult, I have been taking note of how my fashion tastes have changed over the years. This fact was driven home by a recent purchase I made. Last month for my birthday I splurged and purchased a new pair of heels. They were fabulous. Wooden stiletto with an ankle strap and pointy toes. Just the sort of thing I would have purchased a few years back and then traipsed around my office like a gazelle or a well-paid supermodel in. But this time? When they arrived, I excitedly put them on my feet and walked around my office in them and all I could think was, "Wow, these are really tall. Like really tall. Maybe too tall? How often will I actually wear these anyway? They aren't exactly everyday kind of shoes. What the hell was I thinking?!" And I promptly put them back in the box and returned them in exchange for a really cute pair of suede ankle booties with a gold side-zip and a chunky wooden heel. It was then that I had to face the fact that I am simply not that girl anymore. I'm not the girl who walks around in uncomfortable shoes just because they're cute. Oh, I was. I would stand and walks for hours in heels that looked fabulous but when I removed them my feet would feel like two numb slabs of meat. I suffered for fashion like a champ.
; Shoedazzle Morley Drawstring Crossbody Bag (sold out);
The New Normal
Coming to this realization has made me think of how much my style has in fact changed and how in some ways to has stayed the same. I still love a good midi or pencil skirt. But I no longer wear it with a pretty little cardigan and heels. Now I will wear it with a belted blazer or a leather jacket and ankle boots. I also still love a good pair of heels but gone are the days of teetering around in impossibly high heels. Instead I have a few really great pairs of heels with manageable heel heights that show just enough toe cleavage to be sexy and demure at the same time. And while I still have fun with fashion and have my fair share of bold pieces in my wardrobe, I reach more for the items that are classic and that have stood the test of time. The most worn items in my closet are not my leopard print (I will always love a good leopard print!) harem pants but my well-cut black blazers and my wide leg pants.
One of the great things about getting older is that you start to truly feel like you are becoming yourself. I don't even miss the girl that wore the yellow and snake print strappy heels like a boss. She had her fun. She looked amazing. She spent insane amounts of money on clothes and shoes she barely wore. But the woman she became is far more discerning in her purchases, far less impulsive with her money and feels far more like she's discovered her adult sense of personal style.