Something that online people likely don’t know about me, based on by blog content, and even most IR people likely don’t know about me, is that I’m into fashion. However, one look at my Pinterest home page would quickly clear up questions of my interest. I’m not a fashionista, though. While I’m aware of current trends, I don’t haunt fashion blogs, hunt down the newest cutting edge trends, or seek out the hottest new fads for my wardrobe.
For the most part, I am quite conscious of what I wear (let’s face it, that’s another story altogether), and especially interested in historical fashions–including undergarments. While my history with what I wear hasn’t always been the greatest, recent realizations have prompted me to look back at the evolution of my style.
When I was a kid, and even into middle school, my wardrobe was heavily influenced by my mom–who isn’t at that age?. In the 80s and 90s, she didn’t have the greatest fashion sense either, wearing a lot of what we’d now consider country or very old fashioned clothing. I had jumpers (Brits, this doesn’t mean sweaters), vests, and turtlenecks. I’ve never had the neck required for a turtleneck. But I still wore a lot of these things into middle school. Mom also made quite a few pieces of clothing when we were very young. I wore a lot more dresses then, but then, I was a little girl, and most little girls wear dresses.
As a teen, I made my first ventures out into other fashions. I distinctly remember a period where I wore a lot of denim and flannel, and wore a few things that used to belong to my dad. A few years later, I was in flimsy tank tops–quite popular at the time–until I realized some of them weren’t really appropriate. It was in my older teen years that I began to really take an interest in presenting myself a little better, although not much compared to today.
There are some tales from college I won’t share here, but my roommate and I definitely shared clothes. It was fun! Being around the same size, it was easy and expanded both of our wardrobes. But it wasn’t until sometime in my mid-;ate twenties that I really started to think about what I looked like. I’d had my job for some time by then, and saw a lot more people every day. I began to look carefully at cut, color, and style. At stores, I tied on many types of things and began to determine what looked good on me, and what fashions to avoid. The most common problem, of course, was usually money. Most of us can’t afford to dress super-well unless we have a small wardrobe.
Now, it’s much easier to identify pieces that will look nice before trying them on. What colors not to pick up. But I’ve also made determinations that have developed two separate wardrobes: one for around the house, and one that goes out of the house. This has enabled be to deal with funds. I don’t spend money on things I’m only going to wear around the house, and save it for things I’ll wear out of the house. The other big thing this decade has been the rise of leggings.
At first, I was very against this trend–and with good reason. Coming down into the city every day, I’ve seen more people in inappropriately tight/fashioned leggings than I’ve ever wanted to see. So I stayed away from them for a long time, until it became clear that they weren’t just a fad. This is where we come to dresses.
I’m a cold-weather kind of person. Summer is gross and sweaty and hot. The last few years, summer had become more and more brutal, so I started looking for more dresses and skirts. Some days I wear shorts to commute and put on pants when I get to the office. As summer started winding toward fall, I kept thinking that I could keep wearing my dresses (most of them are comfortable and flattering) if I had some leggings. This was last summer, and that fall, I broke down and got a pair. And now I wear leggings.
A Quick Guide for Larger Ladies
I am a larger lady, and so this was one of my biggest concerns. My self-rules for whether I can wear leggings are below–I promise they are simple.
- My short or dress must cover my butt and upper thighs. I don’t want to see all that fat, and I should make anyone else see it, either.
- I can only wear them to work with a dress I would also wear to work without leggings in the summer.
- If I don’t want to see the outfit in the mirror, I can’t wear it out of the house. This does not apply if I’m unwell and running out for medicine or other such necessities. Especially if I can wear a coat or jacket.
And that’s it! But the upside is that I have more pretty dresses in my wardrobe than ever, and am now comfortable wearing them.