I don’t usually write about fashion / looks / trends here. So don’t worry – this isn’t that type of a post 🙂
This year, one of my goals was to get my wardrobe sorted. I felt like I needed some realignment. Prior to Aru, all I wore was silk. I’m obsessed with silk. But after him, I needed to wear a lot more easy wash cotton and knits.
But I put off this wardrobe change. In my eyes, it wasn’t important. It was vain. And to pay for vanity. Gosh! I’m a walking oxymoron. Hi
So finally this clothing line I’m starting gave me the perfect excuse.
“Get advise for the clothing.”
Disguised as, “learn more about your own dressing style”.
A friend of mine put me onto Meagan Harding.
When I met her at a fashion event, her kind eyes were enough I needed to be able to trust her with all that vulnerability.
So I booked her in under the thinking that it was more for the business than it was for my vanity. Man, I have serious issues… But I’ll save that for another day.
One of the earliest questions Meagan asked me was:
How do you want to be perceived / how do you want to feel when you wear clothes.
I had two responses.
For business, I wanted people to want to emulate me. I wanted them to be inspired by my swag so much, that they wanted a piece of it.
For personal, I wanted to be subdued. I didn’t want another woman to envy me. I didn’t want to be perceived as “showing off”. For fear that it might make a friend feel less.
Whilst she got the first, she didn’t agree with the second.
And deep down inside, I didn’t either.
Why do we go playing ourselves down?
In some way or form?
Less smarter than we are at work.
Less savvier than we are in our style.
Less confident than we are in our relationships.
When did making others feel better equate to making ourselves less?