I truly believe that some women are born stylish. Eventually scientists will isolate the gene that bestows the innate ability to accessorize effortlessly, pinpoint the base pair that allows certain women to spot real cashmere at 50 paces. Although some of these women grow up in style-centric homes that add nurture to nature, others saunter through their uninterested households, copies of Vogue in hand, making the berber-carpeted hallways their very own catwalks. Some women set trends in middle school. Some women bypass the sweats-and-UGGs phase in college, embracing prep or vintage with dazzling panache. Some women make every day in the Cube Farm look like a Grace Coddington editorial. Some women are just born stylish.
Originally posted 2013-10-28 06:52:18.
Hannah2 popped this request into the suggestion box:
I was hoping you could do a post on how to come to understand and appreciate what looks and makes us feel good—without having to buy the clothing and hang it all first. I feel like I’m starting to make progress in understanding myself but because of small weight gain (just enough to make lots of stuff fit wrong) and because of deeper appreciation for my body, even things I bought with concern and attention after purging my wardrobe fit funny, feel funny.
Originally posted 2012-07-26 06:09:45.
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.