Style & the People and the Moments I’ve known.

Yesterday, I was catching up on my daily read at The Daybook (a wonderful little style blog) and I was sort of blown away by this quote:

“Style begins with the people passing through one’s life, the harbingers we push against and the stylemakers we want to clone. Some are famous, some not. Style grows from admiration, from longing, from discrimination—and, yes, from love. It’s all the places you’ve been to and the people and the moments you’ve known: the parts you’ve adopted, to keep forever, and transformed. We wear our history in our hearts and on our backs.”

-Carol Edgarian

It got me really thinking of the way my style reflects me, my friends, my history, and how it has changed over the years.  What’s my style history?

My Look in High School

 As I looked back, I was surprised to see just how many distinct moments that altered my style and inspired me, which is a part of who I am now. In High School, it was my best friend Rachel introducing me to The Gap and J.Crew {2 words: game. changer.} which I honestly had no idea existed up to that point (sad, right?).  The same friend turned me on to Jack Purcell’s, which I now own in about 4 colors.  It was also looking forward to seeing my friend Kristen (who was a little shorter, but kind of had my body type) carry herself well, get a lot of dates, and always look adorable  that helped me shake off some of my body type insecurities, and not let them get in the way.  It was looking around at my trashy high school and knowing I did not want to look like anyone there.

My Look in College

In college, more game changers.  I had roommates, who all had their own unique (and also great) fashion tastes – and suddenly my wardrobe tripled in size because I suddenly shared a closet AND a room with two other girls!  I still miss that variety.  Freshman year, a guy I dated briefly wore Sperry Topsiders, and when we went our separate ways I sported them daily to art class in honor of a principal he introduced to me to not care what other people think.  My roommate, Chrissy, worked at Aveda and introduced all of us to high-end, healthy make-up.  Now I can never go back to drugstore foundation, or lipstick, or even eye shadow.  Like, ever.  My roommates Pam and Bethany were lovers of underground punk rock bands, and exclusively because of them, I knew all about cool bands and cool shows…which knowledge proved useful time and time again in bonding with people who were also that cool.

This look...good for missions, life, not so much.

Then, there was the dreaded Missionary phase.  Long matronly skirts and loose-fitting shirts…trust me, I tried to make them cute, to put nice outfits together before I left, but once I was on my mission, I realized how stupid that was.  When you’re out there hitting the pavement every day in hot-humid weather, all you want is to be comfortable and modest.  The bad part is that when I came home, it took me longer than expected to get over my post-mission-funk and I didn’t update my wardrobe.  When I did go shopping, it was for business professional clothing for my job, or other missionary looking things, and it certainly wasn’t something I enjoyed.  When you don’t enjoy shopping, there stops being intention to the outfits you put together, and you are no longer expressing anything except drabness.  At that point, your clothes are wearing you, and all they are saying is “I’m in a cave.  Put me out of my misery.”  And…that phase, my friends, lasted way longer than it should have, I am sorry to say!

Cutting ties with a toxic period, for whatever reason it is toxic, can really open the horizon of reintroducing great style into your life.  So can moving out of your parent’s house.  Seriously.  Introduce style game changer number 2: acquiring new roommates (adorably dressed roommates).  It was in this period that started dating Brigham, my husband, so I remember it particularly fondly.

I shared a room with a girl named Lauren, who, basically, was as adorable as every girl named Lauren seems to be.  Down the hall was Lauren’s equally adorable friend Alysse.  Their closets were an array of Anthropologie dresses, Urban Outfitter tops, skinny jeans, heals and flip-flops with all the right accessories {swoon}.

Both girls had a bright, bubbly personalities, and a lot of good friends.  Cue awkward moment:  that time everyday that I became increasingly aware that I was the old girl in the singles ward that I used to look at and feel sorry for when I was 21 years old.  It is a close cousin to that other awkward moment, when the older sister plays with the younger sister and her friends, because they are cooler and she doesn’t have her own friends.  Fortunately, later that summer I got hitched.  But back to style.  Needless to say, those two (and their friends) became somewhat of a style example that helped me navigate my way back into what it ought to be.  Not that I can afford Anthropologie, or that 90% of their clothes fit me right (they don’t), but they sent be back in the right direction, and I am very happy to have had the intervention.

My new-improved look at my bachelorette party.

Now I am in Boston, happily married, and I am feeling like a NEW woman!   I have to say, it is sort of life changing to have a few years of a good healthy relationship under your belt.  I also have a job that I can wear anything I find comfortable everyday, and a little extra money at the end of each month to add pieces to my wardrobe.  And I have the East Coast preppy vibes inspiring me on a daily basis.  Along with, of course, style blogs…like this one…that hopefully I can start taking cues…

So, I’ll say it’s the end…of the beginning…of the rest of my story!

What’s your story?



One response to “Style & the People and the Moments I’ve known.

  1. em! i love this shout-out! so honored 🙂 i have loved getting updates about your life and your artsy projects through your blog! miss you and hope all is well! hopefully i can win one of your amazing give-aways some day 🙂
    keep on keepin’ on.
    xo alysse

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