***Originally posted on March 9, 2009
My beauty comes from having my own style, living my own way and knowing my own mind.
Its the 50th birthday of fashion icon–Barbie! Not today! So I thought I’d take a moment to confess…
I love fashion. I’m not going to lie and tell you that I’m anything close to resembling a super-model. But I do like clothing and hairstyles and have more shoes than one girl could possibly need but that’s okay.
I love how putting on a certain outfit can change my mood. Some days I like to be ultra-professional (since I’m a writer and can usually be found in pjs this is a big deal!) especially when I’m talking to my editor or agent.
Other days I’m totally into bohemian chic. I want everyone who sees me to know that funky girl is a writer or another type of artists. Other days I’m old-Hollywood glamor. Some days I’m soccer mom, others I’m surfer girl.
Underneath the clothing I’m the same person but these changes in clothing, hair and make-up let me play with different parts of my personality. And I think if you looked hard at yourself you’d find that they do the same to you.
See clothing to me is part of my cover. Part of how I give people who encounter me some clues as to how I want to be treated. If I’m going to Nordstrom’s or Saks you can bet I’m going to be in full make-up and carrying my real designer bag (not one of my many China town knock offs) because the sales ladies there treat you differently if you look like you have the money to shop there.
At school with the other moms some times I like to blend in and be Suzy-Stay-At-Home. Other times I want to be the funky artist. But it all depends on my mood and how extroverted I’m feeling in a day. If I want to be noticed then I dress the part.
What about you?