my fashion history.

Clothing has always fascinated me. One of my favorite pastimes as a little girl was playing "dress up" with just about anything I could find. It wasn't unusual for me to clunk around the house wearing my mom's shoes on my tiny feet. Of course, I didn't always know what I was doing (and perhaps I still don't!) but after all those years of experimentation, I have finally settled into a style that is my own, a style that I have created for myself and which is my outer expression of what is...me. :)

Let's take a look at the journey, shall we?

The Early Years

I probably developed a love of fashion from my mother. She always had her own personal flare for clothing, not to mention the fact that she always dressed me in little outfits like these:

Truly a child of the 80's! Haha. Check out the stripe-on-stripe action...

...and the bright yellow socks...

...and the acid-wash jeans. Yeah. I was only about six here.

Here's a onesie! Haha. Funny, those are back in style now. Ahhh, sigh.

During my puffed-sleeves obsession. (My mom made me this dress, by the way. :P)

The Awkward Years

Up until this point in my life, I wore whatever I felt like wearing, and didn't think twice about it. But then...something weird started happening. I began noticing how other people looked, and wondering how I looked to them. These are the years when I had no idea what to do with my hair and how to deal with that funny smell in my armpit and hey, since when did I have hair on my legs?? Anyway. This was the first time in my life that I ever care about being cool, and so I really tried to be...with some rather funny results.

Yeah. I don't know either.

And...yes. That is a riding lawn mower I am perched upon. Hey, it's cool when you're 13 and you aren't able to drive anything else.

The (I'm Not Really Sure) Years

My High School years were all about experimentation. I wore anything and everything I could get my hands on, just as long as it was "different." I classified myself as a hippie-punk-alternative-grunge girl...but I don't think I really ever succeeded at...any...of those things. But anyway. My best friend and I called ourselves "Non-Conformists" and made a video about how we wore whatever we wanted, we didn't care about trends, and we didn't have to brush our hair in the mornings if we didn't want to. Yeah. That was fun.

(That's me with the blondish hair and the really ridiculous hippie bag and pants.)

I don't think I ever intended to wear this seriously...my friend and I went through my closet one night with the goal of making the craziest outfit possible. But still. Each of these items were actually...in...my closet, and we didn't change for the rest of the night. Yeah. We actually hung out like this. And thought it was really funny.

Apparently, I went through a phase wear I didn't think it was necessary to change out of my pj's in the morning. Each of the following photos were taken during the day.

Those orange things poking out of the scrubs were men's boxers with tootsie roll pops on them. I used to think they were amazing.

Aw, how cute, I'm studying with a laptop on the floor in my room. Wrong! I am in the student center at my college. Wearing that.

The Tween Styles Years

For the longest time, I was stuck in some sort of fashion limbo. I'm punk, I'm not punk, I just wanna dress different, I'm tired of dressing like a kid, blah blah blah. These are photos of me trying to figure it out, trying to find my fashion niche. I was getting closer to what would eventually be my own style.

Now

Where am I now? Well, I still don't know anything at all. I don't follow specific fashion trends to a tee, or know exactly who is wearing what, or care if everything I am wearing is recommended in all the magazines. All I know is what appeals to me, what draws me in, what demands me to wear it. To me, fashion has become a form of art expression. The clothing is the brushes, and my body is the palette. I like to have fun with what I wear. I like to feel unique and feminine and classy, yet slightly edgy.

I don't know anything at all about fashion. All I know is me, and what I'm drawn to and what entices me. Won't you follow me on my journey of self expression through fashion? Come along with me...it'll be fun.