I can't say I'm comfortable posting on my fashion blog yet, but it's good for me. Maybe I'll keep it up, maybe not. I don't know. I just know that right now it feels right.
The only thing I can relate my fashion blog to, is being a chef who has no aspirations of opening up my own restaurant or working as a chef professionally, but I love cooking so much and when I make something I think is really great, I want to invite people over to share it with. So I hope you enjoy it, and don't hold it against me.
The funny thing about this fashion blog is not the pictures going up online, but the fact that because of it, I'm doing so many things that I've been putting off for years. I reorganized all my clothing. I filed my nails this morning. And I sewed up the shirt I'm wearing. The last time I wore it, I tore it, so I haven't worn it for over a year until today. I'm even considering window shopping at the mall.
After reorganizing my clothing, I can see how I would have created a different wardrobe for myself if I had been shopping more mindfully for the past few years. I have so many clothes that are just clothes for the sake of wearing something. Very few of them make me feel beautiful or anything other than, blah. So this fashion blog is a challenge, forcing me to create satisfying outfits out of the clothing I already own.
The strangest thing about this whole fashion blog thing is that it is so outside my realm of comfort. If I were doing this to compete with the famous fashion bloggers out there, I would fail. Despite my fashion education, I don't consider myself an expert. I'm not from New York. I don't aspire to stand out in a crowd. I don't have the most beautiful body in the world. But there is just something about clothing that gets me.
Maybe it's the fact that clothing is a silent statement about how we feel about ourselves, how we feel that day, and how comfortable we are with ourselves.
I was probably so obsessed with clothing in the earlier part of my life as a way of trying to find myself. The perfect outfit would tell me who I was. Now I understand that finding the perfect clothing, like finding myself, is a continual process, and something that needs mindfulness, not tons of money, or a perfect body, to happen.
And no matter how each person may or may not feel about clothing, whether they put thought into their outfits or not, clothing always speaks.
Apparently there is this whole New York culture of street photographers who walk the streets of New York with their cameras taking pictures of the fashionable people they see. I just learned this from the fashion blog I've been reading. No wonder the rest of the world feels so distant from the fashion culture, I don't know anywhere else where people can walk out on the street and into a photo shoot on a regular basis, just because they look good that day. Most people just yank on a pair of sweats and flip flops to go to the grocery store.
But maybe that's the point I'm getting at, New York and fashion feels so far away and removed from us humans, that we feel we can't attain a nice wardrobe without lots of money, effort, and know-how, and what's the point anyway, who cares what I look like when I go to the store. But our outside affects our inside and vice versa. How we dress affects how we feel, and how we feel affects how we dress. When you want to change one, the other will follow. So the next time you ask, who cares what I look like? The answer is, your spirit does. You aren't dressing your body, you're dressing your spirit. And if it takes starting your own fashion blog to make you consider your spirit when you get dressed in the morning, go for it. Or join mine. I would love to post your pictures.
The only thing I can relate my fashion blog to, is being a chef who has no aspirations of opening up my own restaurant or working as a chef professionally, but I love cooking so much and when I make something I think is really great, I want to invite people over to share it with. So I hope you enjoy it, and don't hold it against me.
The funny thing about this fashion blog is not the pictures going up online, but the fact that because of it, I'm doing so many things that I've been putting off for years. I reorganized all my clothing. I filed my nails this morning. And I sewed up the shirt I'm wearing. The last time I wore it, I tore it, so I haven't worn it for over a year until today. I'm even considering window shopping at the mall.
After reorganizing my clothing, I can see how I would have created a different wardrobe for myself if I had been shopping more mindfully for the past few years. I have so many clothes that are just clothes for the sake of wearing something. Very few of them make me feel beautiful or anything other than, blah. So this fashion blog is a challenge, forcing me to create satisfying outfits out of the clothing I already own.
The strangest thing about this whole fashion blog thing is that it is so outside my realm of comfort. If I were doing this to compete with the famous fashion bloggers out there, I would fail. Despite my fashion education, I don't consider myself an expert. I'm not from New York. I don't aspire to stand out in a crowd. I don't have the most beautiful body in the world. But there is just something about clothing that gets me.
Maybe it's the fact that clothing is a silent statement about how we feel about ourselves, how we feel that day, and how comfortable we are with ourselves.
I was probably so obsessed with clothing in the earlier part of my life as a way of trying to find myself. The perfect outfit would tell me who I was. Now I understand that finding the perfect clothing, like finding myself, is a continual process, and something that needs mindfulness, not tons of money, or a perfect body, to happen.
And no matter how each person may or may not feel about clothing, whether they put thought into their outfits or not, clothing always speaks.
Apparently there is this whole New York culture of street photographers who walk the streets of New York with their cameras taking pictures of the fashionable people they see. I just learned this from the fashion blog I've been reading. No wonder the rest of the world feels so distant from the fashion culture, I don't know anywhere else where people can walk out on the street and into a photo shoot on a regular basis, just because they look good that day. Most people just yank on a pair of sweats and flip flops to go to the grocery store.
But maybe that's the point I'm getting at, New York and fashion feels so far away and removed from us humans, that we feel we can't attain a nice wardrobe without lots of money, effort, and know-how, and what's the point anyway, who cares what I look like when I go to the store. But our outside affects our inside and vice versa. How we dress affects how we feel, and how we feel affects how we dress. When you want to change one, the other will follow. So the next time you ask, who cares what I look like? The answer is, your spirit does. You aren't dressing your body, you're dressing your spirit. And if it takes starting your own fashion blog to make you consider your spirit when you get dressed in the morning, go for it. Or join mine. I would love to post your pictures.