As some of you may know, my personal fashion style has been, er, eclectic over the years. My style could be called gaudy, modest, weird, over-the-top, or just plain frumpy. A former boyfriend's best friend used to describe my clothes as "dick repellant" (my apologies). First, I didn't wear jeans, shorts, or sexy shirts. Instead, I wore long skirts or dresses or jumpers, sometimes with tights or leggings underneath, and blouses with sleeves. This was even in the summer. It's not a religious thing, but rather, a personal thing: I would prefer not to show my own skin, and I definitely don't like to tan.
In addition, I've tended to go overboard with colors and patterns. It's not that I didn't want to attract attention to myself, but that I wanted to do it on my own terms, with the clothes that I liked best. I mean, who doesn't like bright fabulousness? (I won't even go into my hairstyles over the years: bleached, buzzcut, mohawked, you name it. That would be another blog altogether.)
|"Hey, guys! The pregnant, hippie creampuff modeled after June Cleaver's curtains is right over here!"|
|Is it the pattern that's causing my manic smile? This was part of a polyester three-piece suit.|
|When you've completely given up, you can wear Christmas pajamas outside. By the Dumpster.|
|Total cost of new outfit: about two dollars, thanks to the clothing-by-the-pound deal at Good Cents!|