For quite some time now, I’ve been dealing with a bit of a Hannah Montana complex.
In other words… I feel like I’m leading a double life.
Yes, the internet is my outlet for all things fashion related, something I’ve been passionate about for as long as I can remember. My instagram is overrun with my outlandish attempts at style and my blog and YouTube are dedicated to it as well. But all too often people in my “real life” love telling me how unrecognizable I am outside of the magical interwebs. I mean, yeah… I don’t normally snap my Instagram pictures after rolling out of bed with no makeup on at 6:30am and spending the day rushing around between 5 different jobs.
I’m trying to build a business not scare little children.
If I get one good day of Instagram worthy content, I make that shit last for WEEKS. Why do you think throwback Thursday was even invented? So that on Thursday, when we’re all nearing the end of the week, and we’re all exhausted and probably lying bed covered in nachos after work (just me?), we have an excuse to post a picture from a time or a place that doesn’t make us feel quite so much like an exhausted fat ass. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hold it against anyone for speaking the truth. But I’m sure anyone else attempting to pursue a more entrepreneurial life but who’s creative endeavors are not yet paying the bills will understand the struggle.
I can look and feel wildly different from day to day because while I diligently work towards my goals, I’ve got a lot of dirty work to do along the way, (you know… building character and all that shiz.) They say you should dress for the job you want, but this proves to be kind of tricky for someone like me. Sure, my dream job requires me to travel around the globe looking fabulous all the time, but until I get there, most of my other jobs call for an entirely different uniform. While all of my staple wardrobe pieces are nearly exclusively white, a pair of ivory culottes is the last thing I’m going to wear when my jobs for the day consist primarily of cleaning up dog shit. Similarly, my collection of little white sundresses will never be on display when I’m busy taking care of kids who have an uncanny talent for spilling (and secreting) various juices. For these jobs, I dare to wear nothing other than the ultra sexy combo of a ratty old sweatshirt and leggings because I know whatever I’m wearing will be destroyed by midday.
So I choose to share with the world about 2% of my life. It’s not that I’m attempting to pretend like those other parts don’t exist, it’s just that,
1. I want to share my style because that’s where my passion lies, but I don’t feel the need to share everything. Like I don’t really need the world to know I took the browns to super bowl on Friday at 2:36pm. Call me private, call me old fashioned but that’s just not my thing. I like at least some parts of my life to remain a mystery.
And 2. It’s that little 2% that I’m trying manifest into 100% of my life. Which is exactly why those are the moments I put forth into the world.
Still, as an aspiring fashion blogger, I couldn’t shake the feeling of being a phony. I wanted to find a way to make that other 98% feel a little more like that glamorous 2%.
And that’s when I discovered the magic of accessories.
Shockingly enough, I’ve never been one for accessories. I always heard the common stereotype of women being obsessed with shoes and handbags and just never understood the appeal. It’s not that I wasn’t attracted to them or anything. I’d buy the occasional pair of funky earrings or statement necklace, but then completely forget to wear them. I’d always preferred to let my bold style do more of the talking via clothing, and never felt I needed to rely on accessories. That is, until the fateful day I decided to add a hat to my very simplistic, and truthfully unfashionable outfit.
I was spending the day nannying for a 3 year old who’s favorite pastime was finger painting. So the uniform of choice for this was a pair of old leggings, a grey sweatshirt and no makeup. But I figured the least I could do was add a beret to the mix just to look SLIGHTLY more put together (and cover up my greasy mane to be honest.) The effect was shocking. The girl’s mother couldn’t stop saying how cute she thought I looked! I can honestly assure you I looked thoroughly uncute, but it was the magic of accessories! I wore the exact same outfit every other day and never generated such a response but adding a little something extra to the top made it appear that much more special! I suppose it’s difference between plain vanilla ice cream, and a sundae. The same boring vanilla ice cream becomes so much more delicious when dressed with a little whipped cream and a cherry, and whose going to turn down some hot fudge? So that’s the secret people! From now on, bathe yourself in the fashion equivalent of fudgy goodness… accessories!
I began to experiment a bit and nearly always found the same result. The bare bones of my outfit remained pretty uninspired for the most part: leggings and plain top, as vanilla as could be. I simply started experimenting more with all the garnishes. A scarf around the neck here, a hat there, a different pair of shoes and BAM! Instantly I was transformed into someone vastly more stylish. This is why every fashionista rattles on about bags and shoes. Accessories possess such a transformative power!
Thanks to this epiphany, I currently feel so much closer to that 2% in my average day to day. Yes, 98% of my life is not nearly as glamorous as my Instagram might have you believe, but I’m learning to let my worlds collide a little bit. If you’re anything like me and lust over fashion but are feeling held back by your daily grind for whatever reason, let this be your inspiration to play around a little! Being busy, or stressed or knee deep in dog poop doesn’t have to keep you from style. Learn to make your closet work for you, after all that’s such a key factor of what style is: discovering ways to navigate around whatever life throws at you, in the most fashionable way you can! From now on, I’m taking the duller, dirtier parts of my life as style challenges and I hope you will too!
with peace, love and pixie dust,