“She’s no fashion aficionado and I’ll never inherit a vintage Chanel Classic Double Flap Bag nor a Louis Vuitton Monogram Speedy 30 but I sure did learn normcore and monochromatic dressing from her long before those words entered my vocabulary.
She used to dress us up in those dainty and colorful numbers with the cliché embellishments of intricate laces, fancy ribbons, add-on frills and of course the legendary puff sleeves. Ohh I cringe at the thought of puff sleeves!
But there are just those days when our body’s sensory judgment and sartorial stubbornness defy the environment’s temperature.
And yet I still elicit the same furtive glances from some of our fashion-impaired neighbors like I am a deranged type of species who poured ketchup over their hot porridge meal.
Albeit, scantily clad in risqué poses, they really are rocking that coveted Japanese schoolgirl uniform. Besides the academic mien, I can’t promise to exude the same tempting appeal, though. Wait, let me twerk.
Whenever I feel overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of what lies ahead of me (life, passion, love, places, the thrill of the unknown) I simply (and weirdly) seek the comforts of water.
I guess when we expect and choose to see the beauty in everything, we subconsciously plan and dress for the things leading toward it. For we don’t want to pale in comparison when we encounter its magic.
Yes, those odd choices that can make fashion purists either roll their eyes or worse, cringe at the sight of a fashion faux pas, because I didn’t consult their bible first. Case in point, would a series of Ferris Wheel-like circles on my blouse bond well with the family of Quadrilaterals residing on my skirt?
They see the Gyllenhaals and Ledgers gallivanting off to their clandestine piece of the mountain while I see either Tupac Shakur or Bone Thugs-N-Harmony inviting me for a quick rendezvous at the ‘crossroads’.
But it was definitely worth a few moments of heavy breathing on my part. They say beautiful things really do take our breath away.