Clothing Pinspiration

I grew up in the Midwest, in a very small, rural community where the closest shopping mall was over 40 miles away. Wal-Mart and K-Mart were the Nordstorm’s and Sak’s of my childhood. And even then you only got one pair of shoes a year. If the soles of those shoes started coming apart, you might be lucky and have your dad “shoe-goo” them together. It was traumatizing. Getting hand-me-downs from my aunt that was four years older than me served as a treat. (Yes, my aunt really is that young. When you have a family of seven kids over 20 years that age gap kinda happens.) Needless to say, learning how to dress yourself was not really something you learned how to do.


When I was 20 I got a job working at Express. I was in heaven. I spent every penny of my paycheck back in the store, as well as any money I made at my other job. (Don’t ever think you can work in a clothing store and walk away with a paycheck at 20.) Well, I had tons of clothes, but still no clue on how to dress myself. It didn’t become a big concern for me until I started reaching my late 20’s and realizing my clothes were getting tight and not everything I wore looked good on me because of a little weight gain issue. I was traveling a lot for work. And eating out for every meal. And not exercising. Dangerous combination. During one summer I remember being on a work trip and putting on a pair of jeans I knew had fit me in the spring. Since it was summer I wasn’t wearing much in the way of jeans, just cute flowy dresses that stretched. I could barely get them over my hips; buttoning them would yield impossible. I no longer had a youthful body that I could just prance around in basic clothes and look cute.

Since I refused to reward bad behavior by treating myself to a shopping trip, I elected to make the most of my existing wardrobe. However, I didn’t know where to start. I started using Pinterest for inspiration and have now learned the basics on how to dress myself so that I don’t accidentally look like a hipster, but rather intentionally. Ok, really the only hipster thing about me is my Ray Ban Wayfarers.

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