A Year in Review – Day 2
My very first look in “My year of Fabulous” was Rock and Roll. I chose it because I thought it was daring and it would be such a stark contrast from what I had been wearing since I became a mom. You know, comfortable, shapeless clothes that could be thrown up on. Clothes like this —
I can’t tell you how many times one of my kids barfed on or wiped their hands or nose on the Woody Woodpecker t-shirt I’m wearing and yet, there I am, still wearing it (cleaned of course, but forever damaged). I like how the blue in my jeans matches the blue in my fleece jacket (with broken zipper). I think back then I actually thought that was the definition of matching — putting the exact same color all over my body and leaving the house like an oversized Smurf.
After looking over all my Rock and Roll pictures, I have selected three outfits that I think worked on me. Those outfits I’ll share today. The rest of the outfits, the ones that qualify for “outfits that didn’t really work on me” — I’ll share those delightful pictures tomorrow.
Here’s my very first attempt at Rock and Roll fashion —
Not bad. I think this outfit works in theory, but I remember being too afraid to leave the house dressed like this so I just wandered around the yard for a bit wondering why on Earth I committed a year of my life to such fashion folly.
Here’s outfit number two. I feel like this outfit worked on me as well —
It’s too tight for my comfort zone, but I was able to leave the house in it without feeling like a complete idiot. I also really liked the boots and belt, but feel like the outfit could have used an edgy jacket, scarf or bracelet to complete the look. What do you think?
And finally, outfit number three. This Rock and Roll outfit always sticks out in my head as the outfit that changed the way I thought about fashion —
I wore this outfit to the skate park with my kids. And, as always, there were the same sketchy people there that always hang out at the skate park — tattooed people with beverages in brown paper bags that stay at the skate park from morning to night and stare at me when I arrive in my mini van full of children and cheddar bunny snacks. I’ve always smiled and waved at these people — It would have been nice to have a conversation with them or at least say hello — but try as I might — they just wouldn’t smile or wave back.
Until I wore my Rock and Roll outfit.
Suddenly, I was petting their pit bulls and everyone’s new best friend. We laughed. We talked. I was accepted into their fun, jobless society. But I was still the exact same person I was the week before when they had refused to say hi to me. I hadn’t changed at all. The only thing that changed was my clothing.
It was then I realized how much my clothes said about me. I just thought I was being ignored by the world because moms are just ignored. I was so wrong! By dressing in my mom-sloppy-I’ve-given-up-clothes, I was basically just telling the world to ignore me. I obviously didn’t care about me, so why should anyone else? What a powerful message I was sending to the people of Earth that I didn’t even realize.
That’s when I got really excited about my blog — If Rock and Roll tells sketchy people that I’m cool, what do other styles tell people? What happens when I wear Euro Chic? How do people treat me in Mod? It was all too fascinating and thus began my mom-on-the-farm, undercover, year long, fashion investigative journalism report.
Project Runway host, Nina Garcia says —
“Every time you dress, you assert your identity. With style, you tell the world your story.”
She is so RIGHT! Who knew Project Runway had the answers to all of life’s great mysteries?
So my question to you is — What story are you telling the world?