My styling class finally came to an end yesterday. Though part of me was relieved to have my lazy Saturdays back, I also felt like I still need to learn and practice some more. Fortunately, it’s not quite the end of my styling adventures just yet! My styling instructor Millet may give me a few odd jobs in the future, plus I’ll be styling my own shoots for fun.
On a more personal note, I feel that this class made my sense of style grow up a little. I’m still driven by vintage-inspired motifs – I think that’s something I can’t get rid of, no matter how hard I try – but I now wear a lot of stuff I normally wouldn’t have looked twice at. This blouse, for instance, is something the old me would have easily ignored at a thrift store. It’s white, it has long sleeves, and is otherwise boring – nothing like the loud patterns and bright colors I usually go for. But now I realize that interesting garments don’t have to be in-your-face about their uniqueness; it’s understated details like the lovely embroidered collar and boxy silhouette that make a piece stand out. (I briefly thought about getting rid of the shoulder pads, but I don’t have a seam ripper and I would have ruined it if I used scissors. In the end, I decided that I wouldn’t like it as much if it didn’t look as boxy. Screw what everyone else might think.) I don’t mean to say that loving neutrals is a sign that one’s tastes are “growing up”; it’s more like the ability to look beyond your biases and find beauty in the least likely places, rather than sticking to the tried-and-tested-and-safe. I’m really glad that the class opened up my mind in this sense.