[blogged @ http://www.looksharpsconnie.com]
A little over a year ago,
fashion was a fixation that occupied my thoughts on nights and weekends.
Aside from the occasional footwear malfunction, I was able to set it aside for the better portion of my week. I dressed to live, and walked to go places.
Since then, though, things have changed.
Now, instead of dressing to live, I live to dress, and walks are made to give me something to wear. If I’m not reading a fashion blog, I want to be, and the style sections of various online newspapers make up the majority my browser’s “most visited” list.
Any conversation centering around the social reprucussions of our wears consumes me, and there’s little else I’d rather be doing than discussing hemlines, shoe heights, shirt tucks and their ability to alter our psyche.
The link between our visual aesthetic and our attitude is mind-blowingly alluring, and I spend all day wondering about the history, the future, and the function of fashion.
Surprisingly enough, my infatuation has been met with a good deal of acceptance.
An interest I expected to cast me into isolation has led to some pretty eye-opening conversations with a slew of unexpectedly tolerant individuals.
It’s also entirely altered the way that I dress.
Ensembles, like this one, that would have been 100% off limits, are suddenly doable.
A turtleneck crop top?
With oversized shorts?
And peep-toe stilettos?
An urge is an urge and it will be indulged.
I spent too many years hiding my interests and pretending not to care, and I’m finding
Apathy is actually a bit more exhausting than emotion.
time to move forward