I always wanted colorful clothing. I never thought about it much beyond that. When I began sewing, I added in the element of fit. Over time I began to see themes in the fabrics I chose, and considered those themes my aesthetic. So, color + fit + aesthetic = ? I thought it equaled something good, like I finally figured out how to Look Good and Have My Own Style and even Make Trends My Own.
And then tonight I was mistaken for a fifty-something year old woman, twice. By two different people in their fifties, so one expects they’d know what that looks like. What me-made was I wearing? A flared, silver, graffiti print skirt. Here I was thinking I was the Boston Betsey Johnson, and instead, I just looked as old as the lady herself.
I’m still on a work clothes kick, but this is yet more evidence that I need a makeover for my personal life. I’ve given up on meeting anyone special, but that’s no reason not to have dressy evening looks. And even the most fun work shirt is still a work shirt, and should not be a grab-and-go piece when I’m going out for dumplings with my friends.
A new wardrobe is just the tip of the visual overhaul I need to undergo in 2016. Because being mistaken for twenty years older than I actually am, AND being mistaken for the mother of grown (ie, twenty-something) people, does not work for me. I have no clue how I’m going to sew an age- and occasion-appropriate wardrobe, but it’s 100000000% urgently, desperately, needed. Like, yesterday.
If you have pointers or people whose style I can emulate/copy, please share! :)