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Ok, so I’ve decided that I’m missing a gene somewhere. That gene that makes women get all excited and giddy about shopping and dressing up and looking cutesy and all that stuff? Yeah, I don’t have that. I’m not sure what happened.
Now, I’m not saying I’m a sloth or anything. I’m generally clean and things somewhat match. But a fashion sense or style? Psssssh. What’s that? If it fits, I put it on. That’s my “style.” Honestly, I don’t even think about it that much. Actually, I’m probably just too busy to think about it. My days consist of so much activity that I’m lucky if I remember to put clothes on at all before I walk out the door.
I came across this quote once:
“Style is a way to say who you are without having to speak.” – Rachel Zoe
My first reaction to this? Well, crap.
But then . . . oh, I don’t know. I started thinking a little differently about it. If my “style” says who I am without having to speak, then what am I telling people about who I actually am? Hmmm . . .
My hair is in a ponytail today. What does that say? I hope it says that even though I actually woke up with the full intention of taking an early shower and spending time on straightening and styling my ’do, instead I ended up spending a couple extra moments talking to my honey. We were discussing our plans for the day, talking about our kids, about work, etc. Before I knew it, time had flown by and I didn’t have time to do anything but throw my hair in a ponytail.
My fingernails aren’t manicured. What does that say? I hope it says that as a struggling mom, spending money on manicures is a luxury that I can only occasionally afford. Besides, my hands stay so busy that I’m not sure the manicure would last long anyway. I keep my fingernails just long enough to scratch a child’s itchy back, peel a price tag off of a gift I’m wrapping, and “comb” my hair when I can’t find a brush in the clutter of my purse.
My clothes don’t have fancy labels. What does that say? I hope it says that I value simplicity and frugality. That I know that there’s more to a person than the name sewn in at their neckline. And I’m proud to say that this same value system has passed on to my children. While other kids are begging for name brand clothes, my kids rarely ask for new clothes and are thrilled when they get them—regardless of what store they came from. I think that’s something to be proud of.
So, I’m not a sloth. I’m clean, I’m neat, I’m functional. But am I dressed to the nines on a daily basis? Nope. Rather than beating myself up over it, maybe I should realize that my “style” really does tell my story.
And the story I’m telling might not be that bad after all.