Gamine – Day 14
I think I’ve finally figured out why Gamine style is really bugging me. After all, I like the clothes a lot. They’re comfortable, cute and easy to wear all day. What I don’t like is what I think the clothes say about me.
What we wear says volumes about who we are. All day long we’re all just subconsciously profiling people based on what they are wearing, and depending on what they are wearing, we make our first decisions on whether or not we’re going to like them. I don’t mean this in a negative way, like racial profiling, I just think people are always searching for connection with each other and clothing is the conduit to potential bonding.
For example, if I see two moms at the park and one is dressed like me and the other is wearing a bejeweled pink shirt that says, “Diva-licious”, who do you think I’ll end up talking to? Well, probably the mom with the diva-licious t-shirt because my kids will strike up an instant friendship with her kids and for the next several years I’ll be seeing this woman on a bi-weekly basis and planning family trips to Hawaii together.
But on any other circumstance I would pick the mom dressed like me. We would probably have way more in common and our deep friendship would no doubt make our lives richer and more fulfilling.
Therefore, I don’t feel Gamine truly represents me. Gamine done badly (as I have achieved several times) makes me look like a really organized mom whose house is always clean and whose life is planned down to the minute for the next five years. And that is not me. One quick look at my children’s tangled hair and the food rotting in our refrigerator will tell you that order is not my strong suit.
My style needs to tell the world just that – here’s a non-perfection seeker coming your way with lots of children and animals that likes to share snacks and joke around. I won’t look in your pantry if you don’t look under my car seats…
Can anyone tell me what style that could be?