My Fashion History.

My first assignment for my publishing class at school asked us to each write a 250 word 'personal fashion history'.  At first I found it rather daunting.  But as soon as I started writing, I realized I had written almost double the maximum word count.  Still a bit longer than what I was asked to write, I wanted to share it all with you.  It's a fun excercise, would love to hear some of your fashion histories!


Following a job interview once, I was told that I was a ‘jack of all trades, master of none’.  I directly relate my interviewers quote to my fashion history and sense.  I am a jack of all trades and master of none, happily so.   I grew up admiring my mother and grandmother’s fashionable outputs of which I am fortunate enough to have photographic evidence.  Grandma was a lady in all senses of the word and Mom went for a slightly more outrageous point of view, both paying very close attention to the image they projected.  I would mimic them when we would go out shopping, paying very close attention to details on clothing and having my own personal obsession with all things shiny and embellished.

Until the age of twelve, I was very happy to have guidance from my mother which was reflected not just in my behavior but my allowance and acceptance of her input when it came to the clothing I wore.  My own lapse of judgment happened at ages 12 to 13 when I went through a rather unimpressive ‘Goth’ phase, wearing mostly black and being a bit moody.  My parents are still hiding a doll head necklace I came home with from the mall.  This all quickly changed when I hit high school and decided to over-do the ‘preppy’ look.  Polar opposites and I wasn’t particularly good at either.

When I went off to college, my look went schizophrenic and I have maintained that sense ever since.  Maybe blame it on suddenly realizing how much fun it is to search for inspiration.  I always thought that I needed a defined ‘style’, but as it turns out, my style is not having much of one at all.