I don’t write about my personal style, because I don’t have
any. Wait, someone who loves clothing as much as I surely must put time and
effort into dressing to thrill, right? No. In fact getting dressed is such a challenge I once showed up for work wearing two different shoes. My first job in sales was
at Bonwit Teller and the store would organize fashion shows to demonstrate how we
should dress to properly represent the Bonwit image. These shows were like a
live “Glamour Do” and “Glamour Don’t” page with both girls on the cat walk at
the same time. Sort of like Goofus and Gallant
of the runway. The employees were the models and once I was asked to
participate. I was picked to wear a nice pastel skirt suit, and my “don’t”
counterpart wore one of my typical outfits—including a pair of self made oversized
earrings they had borrowed from me, and that I considered part of my ‘look’.What? You thought girl bullying stopped at graduation? You thought wrong.
I thought there was something wrong with me, until I found
this post on Fashion Incubator.
“You don’t know this yet so I
may as well tell you; I don’t like clothes. For the most part. Actually, I
don’t like going through the bother of acquiring them via shopping or sewing.
I’d rather prefer that they grew on bushes and one could snag what’s needed in
passing. The clothing I like best are items that miraculously appear. A friend
mailed me a pair of cover-alls that he found in his dumpster and I wore them
for years. Anyway, while my views are extreme, you’ll find that garment
industry people largely do not care about clothes. We are the first to
cheerfully agree that we are the worst dressers. There is a reason (!) that some design houses
semi-dictate the wearing of either all white or all black. It’s because the
designer knows we’re such losers taste-wise, that we need some sort of fashion guidance. I
swear. All of the garment industry people are laughing themselves sick at this
point because they can’t believe I had the nerve to say that. I wish you could
hear them.”
I read this, laughed out loud, and felt a bit less like a misfit.
