Today, a woman at work said to me “I really like the way you dress.” And I jokingly replied “Oh like kind of frumpy?” We both laughed. I’ve always dressed a little different from the general population. My sisters used to tease me about how I dressed like a homeless person, lol. But anyway, I think this woman who complimented me today was being genuine and I felt good knowing someone else out there appreciates a non-traditional way of dressing. It’s not like my outfits are loud or flamboyant but there are eccentric aspects to my clothes, like that giant pocket and those brown socks. I didn’t wear these shoes to work, BTW. I changed out of them and into my oxfords before heading out the door. A while back another one of my co-workers asked me where I bought my clothes. She commented on how I always looked appropriate for work but that my clothes stood out to her. I gave her some suggestions on where to buy clothes but a couple weeks later, she told me she still couldn’t find anything she liked. My guess is that although she could appreciate what I was wearing, she didn’t actually see herself wearing the same stuff. So much of our style choices is not based on what we think looks nice on others, but more about what makes us feel like our true selves. So do you want to buy that blazer because that’s how you think you should dress? Or do you want it because that speaks to who you really are? I ask myself similar questions about so many aspects of life. Do you want kids because that’s what you think you should be doing or does that speak to who you really are? Do you want to buy a house because that’s what you think you should be doing, or is owning a home speak to what you really want? Usually what gives me the answer is being hyperaware of that little pit in my stomach, that little twinge of regret, when I imagine doing something I don’t truly want to do.
[outfit: elizabeth suzann linen gauze harper tunic, elizabeth suzann twill clyde work pants (old), gold toe socks, pre-owned kork ease wedge sandals]