I would have never thought, but… I don’t know how to dress myself! Any more.
Up until most recently, I’d been cocksure of my sense of style. I was confident I knew how I had to put things together, combine this with that, buy this not that… But these days, I’m not so certain.
Case in point: wide leg trousers. I put some on the other day, but only managed to look like a politician on her way to a plenary session. Strong! Professional! … Middle aged. I wasn’t feeling myself at all.
And that wasn’t the only instance in which I’d drawn a blank either. In fact, it happens to me all the time now!
That tops are usually my wardrobe trouble area is nothing new. But these days I find even my coats and jackets awkward on me, and those I was once most infatuated by. I still like most of my bottoms. But I have nothing to wear with them. It’s disorienting!
I don’t know if this is temporary – I mean I got a perm about a week ago, and might be that’s what messes up my usual look. Hair really sets the overall tone after all! Or it’s the after-giving-birth-to-a-baby-thing I talked about last time. Not sure!
But whether it’s the first or the latter, really doesn’t matter! (It rhymes, see?) I have to work around my hair either way, as well as my new – hmm, what am I to call it? – style… identity? personality?? Whatever! It’s difficult right now, and I’ll have to figure it out!