I'm not very good at that whole "being a girl" thing. And that's okay, really, because I have way too much fun not worrying about blending eyeshadows just right or wondering how cold I'll be if I wear this skirt today. I don't spend much time in the morning getting ready at all -- I'd rather sleep in for another 30 minutes than straighten my hair and struggle with the perfect eyeliner (been there, done that, over it). More time for more important things, like books and video games and the gym and NYPD Blue!
Sure, I own a few too many pairs of shoes than I'd like to admit (the number I associate with "too many" certainly is not everyone's idea of "too many," but it's a lot of shoes to me). I go all doe-eyed if I see anything floral-printed. I own a few curling irons. However, I feel on the scale of 1-10 of How Girly Is Kayla, with 1 being Christina Ricci in Now & Then and 10 being like, Kim Kardashian getting a mani-pedi while reading Vogue and petting a poodle,* I'm probably about a 2 or 3. (Not a 1 because I don't tape my boobs down, and probably closer to 3 because of all those damn shoes.) I also swear like a sailor (everywhere but at work) and I burp freely (and normally follow them up with lots of giggles). I also really enjoy burritos. (...)
Hrm. I digress.
I fluctuate from wishing I were a little more expressive in my style, to wondering why it ultimately matters. My wardrobe is fairly plain, I don't wear make-up, and when I have to leave the house in the morning before the sun has fully risen, I don't dream of wearing anything other than pants. Also, how trivial does it seem to be at times, standing in the mirror, curling your hair when people are out discovering the Higgs Boson or, you know, landing things on fucking MARS.
Then I think, "Well, I'm not landing a rover on Mars any time soon, let's be realistic." I can, however, maybe give my self-image a slight boost and a little kick in the butt to my confidence where I can. (Should be noted: I like myself an awful lot as it is, I know I'm capable of kickass things, but I am not an astrophysicist.)
This is a tricky thing for me, because I want to be comfortable, but mostly I want to be honest. There are certain things I will just never wear. It doesn't matter how good it looks on you -- not for me. I wouldn't be foolin' anyone, especially myself.
(and neither are these guys. [source])
I also want my wardrobe to be a little more than hoodies, plain black t-shirts, and skinny jeans (yes, I wear them, and no, I'm not ashamed). While this is comfortable for me, it doesn't exactly make me feel like I take much pride in my appearance, and while I don't adhere to many social "norms" or all of that bullshit on what's totally in this season, I will be honest and say when you put a little effort into your appearance, you just generally feel a bit better about being out in the world. I won't suddenly start wearing make-up again (the sixteen year old is still gasping in absolute HORROR that I ever stopped), but I can adjust my clothing options a bit.
I'm going to give The No Brainer Wardrobe a shot, see what happens. Maybe I can start that project I've been planning on for so long, where I chuck
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Has anyone purchased The No Brainer Wardrobe and worked through it? How was it? Do you feel like your sense of style is more refined, about the same as before, totally different...?
* I don't know where this image came from, but by GOLLY am I amused by it... I give myself a gold star for that one!