I've learned to be more accepting of other people's individual styles, and I'm more creative with my own. Tights, belts and bracelets all have a stronger presence in my wardrobe now.
Our generation is rewriting how old ladies look. No more Ethel Mertz dresses or Aunt Bea hairdos (unless it's ironic). Gray hair if you want it, maybe pink if you don't.
There are some amazing women in the world, and they have interesting lives – art, sewing, roller derbies, babies. They also face problems with health, families, shopping addiction, and they support each other through these trials.
I've learned that layering has no rules, only aesthetics. In fact, style has no rules, only personal preferences.
Blogging is a big time commitment, but the only thing I've really sacrificed is housework.
I'm not that daring. This is a bit of a disappointment to me. I love following flamboyant bloggers who dress like thrift-store pirates, but that's not really me.
I don't want to put naughty things on my blog because my mother or the government might see it. But I don't need to be wild now - I have my memories. ;~)
I'm jealous of other people's clothes, jewelry, shoes and imagination. But mostly I'm jealous of people who love their jobs. I guess spending my twenties as a waitress/party girl wasn't a very good start to a career.
I feel like a fraud sometimes because I don't actually like to go shopping all the time. Clothes don't fulfill me. There, I've confessed.
|dress - Walmart; shrug - Fred Meyer; Tee - Kohl's; Tank - JCP; belt - thrifted, flip flops - so old I can't remember|
Blogging has been a little bit like a crucible – it's forcing me to be aware of both the larger world as a community and my inner sense of self. I'm learning what fits and what doesn't. I think I'm learning to accept my limits at the same time that I push my boundaries!
What's your biggest blogging lesson, besides knowing that the best place to start the week is Visible Monday at Not Dead Yet Style?