This post contains a lot of me talking about myself and my crazy pants and more about myself so, feel free to not read it. Or just laugh at the pictures.
Before I became interested in fashion, I really couldn't careless about what I wore. Or I thought I didn't care about what I wore. Throughout high school I was completely adorned with tye dye pants, thrifted shirts, and blue jeans.
Oh god.
But something happened when I went away to college. I know it is ridiculous and cliche, but in coming to a new town I found an opportunity to do things that I would have never done in high school, which is weird considering I used to wear tye dye pants. What normal human is afraid of wearing red lipstick but dons techni-colored linen capris on a semi-regular basis? Weird ones.
Pittsburgh is by no means a fashion oriented city, they do wear almost all black for months but only in conjunction with yellow for the legendary Steelers football team, but I don't think they qualify as any sort of fashion Mecca. My hometown Austin, in contrast, has been a hipster Mecca for the better part of the century, and the sartorial decisions by its occupants reflect that. In a cold, grey world where I must now own a coat, I found myself being excited by the vibrancy of my closet.
I have matured in my clothes, and have used my youth's obsession with thrifted and vintage clothing as a basis for my current style. While I maintain many pieces from before moving, like an unnecessary amount of tye dye wife beaters, I have a collection of items that are appropriate for my age and my maturity that I still manage to wear daily in ways that I find unique and interesting.
Modeling my refrigerator, and sleepy head hair...But this is about my style journey. This blog is about me, and you, and fashion. About what I am learning, what you are learning, what style is inspiring, and what we can do this season, and next season, and every single day to feel glamorous.
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