Living in a city like NYC, you see trends come and go so quickly that it’s almost exhausting. As I have gotten older, I find myself admiring the people who continue to wear something that really works for them that others may deem out of season.
I’m not talking about getting stuck in 1988, but rather the people who know something either flatters them or they like enough to stick with it through the years or even just longer than one season. All the better when they incorporate newer trends, but it’s similar to how much I enjoy seeing kids wearing outfits they clearly were allowed to assemble all on their own. A little girl with a skirt and basketball jersey and a purse, why the hell not? Rain boots when it’s not raining, who cares? I respect the parents who indulge their kids’ wild abandon when it comes to choosing what to wear, weather permitting.
The thrill of being allowed to wear what you want is a beautiful thing. I thought I looked amazing when my mom let me wear head-to-toe tie-dye, socks included, on picture day in the third grade. Kids made fun of me when I wore the same, but new, pair of LA Gears on the first day of school two years in a row. But I loved them and didn’t care. I thought I looked great. And that’s what matters. You do you is my motto. It’s honest dressing and it’s how you figure out what your own unique style is, right?