“Over the years I have learned that what is important in a dress is the woman who’s wearing it.” ~Yves Sait Laurent
“I love your style!”
If I had a dollar for every time someone has sidled up to me with those exact words, I would have an unlimited clothing budget. While I love it when people compliment my style, it kind of cracks me up. I’ve been rocking the same style for years, which means that I am never in style with the latest look.
But I am apparently in style with my self. Somehow the way I put myself together on the outside matches the way I’m put together on the inside.
I think that is what we are all after, after all. To be clothed in our true self. Lots of years ago, I went to a business lunch clothed in anything but. I was on a road trip with my sister, and she was coming with me to meet the literary agent for Letters to Our Daughters. As I was about to get dressed for the meeting, my sister suggested that I might want to borrow something of hers instead. While I knew then (as I do now) that she always has my best interest at heart, when it comes to fashion, she and I couldn’t be more different.
In a word, her style is fancy.
Mine is not.
Ignoring my inner fashion editor I slipped on her clothes, and slipped out of myself. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt more uncomfortable in my own skin, covered as it was in someone else’s cloth, and I couldn’t finish my overpriced salad fast enough.
When it comes to fashioning a wardrobe, or fashioning a life, remember the the words of Oscar Wilde...”Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
PS... if you want to see who I might have been, if I’d lived in a galaxy far, far away....http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Maz_Kanata