What am I wearing? Isn’t a green summery silk dress with
yellow dots that belongs to your friends mother, oversized fuzzy sweater,
sequined shoes, and really old wool tights with holes a natural combination?
Yep, I knew we’d agree on this one. But actually, come to think of it, even
though the fabrics seemingly mismatch, I think the proportions and the textures
go well together. I wanted to add something ‘normal’ to this, so my Prada bag served as a cherry on top
of my ‘trash’ pile. It was supposed to add some air of 'seriousness' to my hopelessly geeky outfit.
Why am I wearing what I’m wearing? I spent first half of my day pretending to understand black-letter law and
I was planning to spend the other half looking at art in a gallery and pretending I
understand that too. I got so excited about the second half of my day I switched on
my suppressed imagination and started having contradictory inspirational
figures in my head, like a mix between Vivienne Westwood and Kurt Kobain. Think
something crafty, salvaged, sustainable, effortless, personal… Keep thinking….
And… voila! You have the ultimate spinster ensemble. Well, not you, I do. Or
maybe it’s more of a bad movie- stereotype of a college Art teacher. Maybe
both. If I end up alone at the age of 50, we know why. And if I continue
dressing like this, it shouldn’t come as a surprise.
