Thoughts on Fashion

I have a love/hate relationship with fashion. I love it in the sense that I don't want to wear scrubby ole rags. I want to look nice. I think about clothes. I like the way certain outfits look together. But ultimately, I hate it. I hate that I have to think THAT hard about it. It's a chore, not a hobby.

I hate that I feel like I have to have "a style". I have to be a hipster, of a vintage-lover, or a business chic, or a jock.

My fear of accessories makes me think maybe I have some undiscovered insecurity. I don't want to look like I take myself too seriously, or try too hard. But I never think that about people that wear accessories. I don't know, I just feel clownish, or spotlighted.

My sister and I were talking yesterday about how refreshing it would be if someone got famous and dressed like a completely average Joe. For example, if I was all of a sudden a famous singer, and I kept my same hair cut, I wore my same jeans, and plain ole t-shirts, and tennis shoes at my concerts.

I was also talking to a friend about names. Somehow we were talking about the name "Mary" and how much we liked it. We liked these sheer names. It offers the owner an ability to just be whoever they are . . . not have to fill out a name.

I think that is my problem with fashion. I want to be the main event. Not my clothes, not my name. I want to wear these things, not the other way around. Does that make any sense at all?

I should mention right now I am wearing my Dad's black crew-neck sweater, black tights, and my Mom's tall black Uggs. It is not my finest hour.