I used to have a very distinct style –high fashion chick meets feminist warrior meets punk rock artist. Skyscraper high heels, hairy armpits, crazy makeup — I was all over the map and made it work. The point is that I took the time and energy to look for clothes that represented me, to rip some of them apart and redesign them, and to combine them (ie get dressed) in fun and unique ways.
Not so over the past decade plus. I pretty much have lived in pajamas, workout clothes, t-shirts, loose jeans, and sneakers – comfort trumping fashion every single fucking day. Oh yeah, and my hair usually has been in some version of a dorky bun on top of my head, because it’s just easier that way, so leave me alone.
Well here’s the thing: I want my mojo back, but I can’t find the damn thing. It’s been so long, I don’t know where I put it. Not to mention that the idea of anything other than my fuzzy white slippers exhausts me. I want to be super crazy-ass comfortable. I want, as a new friend put it, my clothes to move with my form, instead of my form to move with my clothes. I want a chronic-pain friendly diva look.
So I’ve decided to ask for help. That’s right. I’m going to put it out there that I don’t know how the fuck to dress myself. I’m going to shell out the dough, er, plastic, to consult about my hair, clothes, and makeup. I’m going to figure out how to be low-maintenance yet high impact. No clue how this is all going to work out, but here I go. Stay tuned; I’ll report back from the field.