Sometimes I can manage to put things together and look good. Yesterday, I even matched. Back in high school, Kat and Kay used to just about gasp in amazement when I came to school in a matching outfit, and we wore uniforms. I try. I really do. I've gotten better recently, but I still feel like something is remiss most of the time when I try to put an outfit together. I wonder where enormously stylish people, like Annabel of Blushing Ambition or Taylor of The Little Deer, get the ability to recognize what looks good and what doesn't, and to put it all together. Half of my problem is that I'm always cold, so I'm inclined to wearing multiple layers. This picture captures one of my worst moments of layer wearing, and I'm only sharing a tiny little part of it because it's not a good picture of me at all.
I'm not only mixing sweaters, but mixing black and brown. I was cold, okay?
I think, sometimes, when I write about all the lovely things I find in the world, or post gorgeous outfits on my style pinboard, I may come across as fashionable. True, I own skinny jeans (okay, three pairs of slim-fitting jeans, not actual skinny jeans, but shush). I have a pair of Toms that I could wear constantly. Today, I'm even wearing a brown sweater that matches the brown in my top, and I'm not wearing black shoes.
The truth is, though, I don't really care. I'd rather be comfortable, like I am right now. I never wear heels because flats are comfortable and they suit me. I also have this tendency to dislike clothes that call attention, because I generally don't like to call attention to myself in any way, and I wonder if that plays into my lack of serious interest in fashion. Perhaps I don't dress incredibly cute not because I'm kind of cheap (hey, I like saving my money!) but because I'm content with a plain wardrobe that doesn't draw attention. Sometimes I think the psychology of wardrobe choices could be explored to very interesting extents.
I've had my wardrobe on my mind lately because I packed up a good bit of it last weekend in preparation for our move (one month away!) and realized that I actually just want to pitch most of it. It's not that I don't like any of it, but rather that I would kind of like to start from scratch. I'm thinking that I might actually do so this summer, but I want to make sure that when I get rid of things, they go somewhere that won't end up in a landfill. Because if I do start a major purge, there will be a lot of things that go. I got rid of over half my clothes a year ago and I don't miss a thing that I gave away.
This post is scattered, I know, like my wardrobe, and I'm a little sorry for that. I've been interrupted about five times since I started writing it (an hour ago), so hopefully my scatterbrained ways haven't confounded you too much today. My goodness, this post is full of fluff.
I can occasionally put together a pretty decent outfit, and my skills with virtually coordinating a combination are much better than my practical real-world talents. I even managed to pull these two outfits together in a fairly short time. Kaboodle is kind of fun, just so you know.