At a certain point in my personal style evolution, I felt like I understood clothing. Shapes, colors, materials, combinations of pieces that worked for my style and my figure were all in my mental bank. I had long since mastered shoes, had finally landed on a hairstyle that really suited me, and still didn’t give a hoot about makeup.* When I pondered what to tackle next in order to continue to actively refine my style, there was one clear choice: Accessories.
Originally posted 2011-09-06 06:11:11.
I want you to love yourself, today and every day. I want you to see how luminous, breathtaking, and flat-out gorgeous you are, just as you are. I want you to accept your body, and cherish it, and celebrate it with every breath you draw.
But I don’t want you to feel shame when you doubt that beauty or question that body. I don’t want you to find yourself wishing you were taller or bustier, and then spend hours self-flagellating. And I don’t, don’t, don’t want you to feel like a failure when negative body feelings crop up.
Originally posted 2010-12-29 06:09:44.
Long ago, I declared myself the Mayor of Matchy-Matchytown. My style has since shifted significantly, but back then I made this declaration with a mixture of rebellious pride and giggly shame. The Style Goddesses and Gods have declared that it is far more chic to “go” than match. It takes more creativity, it looks more modern, it creates a more multifaceted and interesting look. All of these things are true. And although I have changed my style quite a bit in recent years, a little piece of my heart will always reside in Matchy-Matchytown, and here’s why:
Originally posted 2013-08-30 06:31:40.