Do I want to blog about what I wear? Do I want to have an exclusive space for it, or just add photos to where I am already – Twitter, Facebook, LiveJournal…?
I am forty-five years old. I am not model-thin. I have health issues. But I get so excited about clothes. I love certain vintage periods (1920s-1980s, particularly the 40s). I like modern fashion, too.
I was excited about the idea of documenting how I present myself to the world – how fashion makes me feel, how I use it. And now that it’s time to begin, I am… frightened. Nervous. I feel that it’s shallow and silly.
Nevertheless, Happy New Year from me, and my husband, who is helping me on my journey.
My husband sportingly agreed to let me photograph him as we headed out for a few casual errands. I think that his choice of shoes, jeans, coat and scarf show that he prefers to present himself as ready for most social occasions. He is not a fan of things like cargo shorts.
And here I am:
I love my beat-up Converse one-stars, though they are coming apart and need to be retired. Wearing Liz Claiborne jeans from JC Penney as they have always fit me the best (I am short-waisted and 5’4″ so I usually get petite sizes.)
My top is a comfortable mid-weight flannel from a brand called “Polly&Esther”. I got it for less than $15 at Ross.
This is an outfit for a quick jaunt to the store and laying around the house. It is warm and comfortable and I love the top’s colors.
Do I think I look great? No. NOOOOOOOOO. I think I look like a fat, balding, middle aged woman who was never a 10 to start with. I hope to lose some weight this year, but if I don’t, I still need to be physically and emotionally comfortable with how I occupy the universe.
So that’s something that perhaps I’ll write about, too.