Some women are eternally stylish, effortlessly fashionable, always chic no matter the setting. I have never really been one of those women. I was the girl in high school who found her prom dresses at the thrift store, and rocked caution tape for a sash at Winter Formal. I have never really understood the mystery that is seasonal fashion, or why certain fabrics work best in certain seasons, or why some things go together when others don’t.
Usually I don’t care. I’ve reached a point where I wear what I wear, and it’s mostly flattering (though I will occasionally get tagged in a photo and realize that NO that shirt is NOT FLATTERING at all, and promptly donate it), and I’m more or less comfortable with my style.
And yet, every once in a while I will get in the mood of reinvention, and start trying to be, well, more stylish than I typically am.
My last fashion frenzy coincided with my taking Facebook off my phone. I went a little nuts with Instagram, and started posting my daily outfits. I totally got into it.
I discovered that if used the timer feature on my camera app and propped up my phone on a stroller, or the swingset, I could really get a decent angle. This worked well as long as I wasn’t too anxious that any of my neighbors would see what I was doing. Because that would be mortifying. I mean, I don’t normally lean casually against the side of my garage while staring pensively off into the distance. And the more pictures I took, the more I tried to channel my inner fashionista, striking dramatic poses in my kitchen because I don’t have access to cool graffiti-sprayed alleyways.
After a couple weeks, though, I was no longer capable of taking myself seriously. How all the real fashionistas can post so many selfies (or pics of themselves taken by a real photographer) and not feel cripplingly self-conscious about it is a mystery to me. Kudos to them! I don’t have it in me. Plus, I ran out of interesting outfits to photograph.
My creative streak did take over, though, when I figured out I could make pictures like this:
Now that’s what I’m talking about. This is likely the adult expression of buying prom dresses at thrift stores.
I will continue to enjoy the Instagram accounts I follow that are by people who do actual fashion, because it’s pretty. But I will enjoy it in my maxi skirt/comfy shirt combo, sitting on the couch and possibly eating ice cream, until the next time I get into the mood of being a little fancy.