Well, July was sort of a bust for blogging but let's see if we can't make it up this month. Onward!
I think I may have just fallen in to the correct career path, you see, when I was young, I was relentlessly ridiculed for my choice of apparel. Apparently, I never matched and not just mismatched, but horrifically paired clothes that should not even co-exist in the same closet. The most notorious outfit consisted of a cream turtle neck two sizes too big, day-glow pink jogging pants with neon yellow and neon green cuffs one size too small, Prince purple scrunch socks, and dirty (very dirty) black velcro low-tops all topped off with an ill-tended perm. I eventually wised up and stopped wearing hand me downs from various generations before me and begged my mother to actually buy me clothes. It also helped that my friends felt bad for me and helped me pick stuff out (sometimes Bonnie would just redress me). I eventually got better at fashion and did a pretty decent job at blending in to the preppy/classic crowd (although I longed to match my socks to the twinkle in the eye of the unicorn on my sweatshirt!) So, I am sure that everyone had someone like this in their life and they were teased terribly until they a.) fell in to that social funk where they are simply known as the eccentric dresser who talks to their yogurt or b.) figured it out. But my friends, did any of those people grow up and take a career where they would be praised for their poor sense of style? Yes, you heard it folks, Interior Design (and probably all forms of design in general) perceive the uncorrdinated mess that Crystal, who probably reminded me of my fashion follies everytime there was a relevant chance, as "avant-garde", "daring", "fresh" and just plain "awesome". Today, for example, I am wearing wide legs dark jeans with my white and pale blue New Balance shoes, a mint green top that says "Green is the new black" in oversized dark green block letters, giant orange hoop earrings I once wore with a Halloween costume, and a black newsboy cap because I didn't brush my hair... I have gotten three compliments and one was from a straight man. It's amazing! I can't go wrong; I wake up, put on some skivvies, grab two things out of the closet and POOF! Instant interior design fashion genius! This may be the proudest moment for that little girl who walked Avondale Upper Elementary School like a catwalk, unaware and without care for the lack of proper outfit coordination--revenge is so sweet served 14 years cold.
**To my credit, one of my best friends Colleen, actually admired me for my fashion choices, simply because I didn't care that everyone thought I looked ridiculous--I loved my outfits and wore them with pride! My poor fashion may just be the reason we are friends. Go me and my Prince purple scrunch socks.
Friends, feel free to post your favorite pre-fashion sensibility outfit!
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