Sara commented on my Sweater Weather post that my lack of love for Uggs made her question if there was something wrong with wearing Uggs now. I tried to tweet back an explanation, but my weirdness about fashion and anything that is fashionable is not easily explainable in so few characters. So here we go.
I can remember the very first time I ever liked someone else's style and tried to make it my own. I was in third grade, and my best friend Kelly and I were at day camp. There was a girl named Lara who I just thought was the coolest person ever. She rolled up her jeans and wore keds with no laces and a giant T shirt every day. I am not sure what about this was so appealing to me, but when I tried to do the same thing later that week, Kelly called me out on it. In retrospect, this was either a sign she was a bit jealous, or a sign of things to come (Kelly "dumped me" for a new BFF later that summer).
I am not at all trying to say that getting called out by an 8 year old caused a deep seated issue with trying to fit in...I felt weird even before she pointed out that I was "copying" Lara. That weirdness when wearing clothes that are new or different has never really gone away. Unless the latest trend already fits in my pre-defined "Laura uniform", I always feel weird when I try it out. Like a poser (poseur?) if you will, to throw out an overused high school term. Sometimes I get over the weirdness after a few wears, but more often than not, trendy clothes stay in the back of my closet because they feel too much like a costume instead of an outfit.
I never feel like I am put together or like my clothes lay on me the same way they do everyone else. This is the case whether I'm a size 6 or 16. I never really put much thought into the weirdness when I was younger...I just wore whatever my mom bought me until high school, and baggy "grunge lite" for the next 8 years. Black has always been my comfort zone (even as early as 4th grade), bright colors or pastels were not.
I went through a bit of a clothing identity crisis in my early to mid twenties...boy clothes and flannel shirts were no longer my thing, but I still didn't really know what was. Those were the years I started dressing more or less like "everyone else", but I would constantly like something in the store and hate it at home. TONS of clothes were sent to goodwill years later with the tags still on them.
I feel like I started settling into my grown up style in my late 20's. I gave up on trying to wear stuff that's too far out of the black color family. I started buying plainer clothes that would work from season to season. I occasionally branched out into stuff that was super mainstream popular. The Uggs never felt right on me, but leggings were a win. I have better luck with accessories than I do with shoes or clothes - something can be super trendy, and if I like it, I can rock it without a second thought.
I guess this is just a really long winded way of saying that clothes are a freaking STRUGGLE for me, even at age 34. I wish I could be that girl who is always on trend and looks like she has her shit together at all times, but I'm not. And I wish even MORE that it was acceptable to wear jeans and a black t-shirt at all times, because that is what makes me feel like me. But I'm okay with where I have landed on my home uniform and work uniform. I feel like I have mostly figured my own personal fashion out. Finally.
And just because I feel like an alien when I wear Uggs doesn't mean I don't think YOU look great in them. My problem with with ME and clothes, not YOU and clothes. I say wear whatever makes you happy and gives you confidence. Group hug!
What about you? Is your style effortless, or does the thought of planning the perfect outfit give you hives?