Last week I broke my shopping ban with a swimsuit and a black t-shirt with funny design linking to ancient Greece. While the swimsuit was a must as we were leaving for a longer vacation by the sea and I had only one before, therefore nothing to rotate, the t-shirt was for pure pleasure. The design was so hilarious I made that series of clicks almost instinctively, without any thought. I should receive it about next week so let’s see whether it was worth the break of my until recently successful shopping ban and the money.
If I had to describe my ideal wardrobe, that sentence would make it. Everytime I would choose something from my closet, it would be a good option.
It’s more of a feeling, a state of mind. Things exist by themselves but we are the ones who are making sense of them.
I’m very emotional person. The majority of my shopping mistakes were made from stress, boredom, uncomfort and with deceiving vision that buying something will make me feel better, more worthy, a different person. Identity shifts came in, as well. Since I started to learn more about style and quality, my closet experienced many quick and major changes. I found out my clothes don’t reflect who I am, shopped, got drunk on the idea of minimalism, went through some culling frenzies, shopped some more, etc. I felt somehow embarassed that even after so much reading and writing a blog on style I make the same mistakes. The biggest struggles happened behind these published posts. I never thought about what I wear as much as I did in the last year or two.
There were too many of changes that now it’s time to stop for a while. I don’t feel like buying anything new. When I reach to my wardrobe now, there’s nothing missing; it’s almost near that state of every choice being a good one.
So I’d like to cherish this state for some time now. No need for new clothes, shoes or bags, only stuff that has to be replaced. Let the shopping ban begin!
I know that my posts here can look conflicted sometimes. One day I’m eagerly talking everything style; the other day I confess I don’t want to invest too much time in it. It’s a state of mind I often find myself in and it doesn’t matter whether I’m thinking about fashion, work, study or anything else; I often feel conflicted.
Regarding style and clothing, there are two main opposite tendencies in my mind: First, that “cool” girl who seems to have everything well sorted out and doesn’t invest that much time and effort in what does she look like because she has “other stuff” to do and at the same time, she always manages to look good. Aren’t the most admired style icons those who had style more as a “side hobby”, primarily occupying themselves with something else?
Second, a girl who really really cares about everybody’s opinion and when she thinks of herself, it’s always from the point of view of the imaginary others, something that John Berger writes about in his Ways of Seeing, something that we as women are taught from early age – to be constantly watched, mostly by ourselves. So she feels the urge to make herself look better, more beautiful, more perfect, all day, all night.
Today I’m off to business trip to south Asia (yeah, just casually saying that) (…of course I’m nervous and looking forward very much!) and while I’ll be packing my stuff on the last minute as usual, I definitely spent the last two weeks wondering – unsurprisingly – what do I pack?
To be honest, the last few months weren’t the best ones. Not the worst and fortunately, nothing tragic happened, but it took (and takes) me a lot of energy to just push through.
I’m getting used to a new regime and it’s more difficult than thought. Withdrawing from everything that doesn’t look like a question of life and death is saving some bits of my resources, so apologies to everyone who haven’t yet receive their replies, messages or find the latest posts chaotic and wonder when their promised sequels are going to be published. I am sorry for setting up expectations I don’t know whether I can fulfill in the near future.
It’s not so long since I mentioned here that Georgia O’Keeffe is one of my most favourite artists whose rare exhibition I had seen in Vienna, a chance I thought would never happen. Seeing her artwork live left me even more impressed than I was before and even after few months that have passed since, those memories stay as vivid as if I saw them yesterday.
I can’t really count to the people who have “perfect skin”, even despite the big progress I made in treating my acne. Enter the teenage years, my hormones suddenly exploded and went out of the order, leaving my life a mess. Everybody’s hormones go out of control when growing up – that’s what the puberty is scientifically about, right – but the problems we face can be different. Mine was severe acne, along other health problems.
I was in Portugal to visit my friends and to take some time alone aside from everything I know to process some late changes and clear things out. I always get excited to travel with aim to “rethink my life” and it always doesn’t work; the “big thinking” happens after coming back home, in the environment I wanted to escape originally.
Last two weeks felt like crazy. With semester starting, my schedule has become a mess and although I managed to fit in some catch ups with friends, a trip to mountains and yesterday’s dancing ball, I didn’t have any time to dedicate to my hobbys, including this blog. On the other hand, it was beneficial wardrobe-wise. I was too busy to ruminate on my cravings or what to wear so every choice had to be fast and effective because it had to work in office, at the university and out in the evening. I slipped with second hand shopping once, breaking the rule no. 1: “Never buy something because it’s cheap without really thinking about it”, but more on that later. Continue reading “Transitional Uniform”→
Those of you from English speaking countries, do you use this expression also in metaphoric sense? Because when you say “female weapons” in Czech, it doesn’t go for self-defense objects for women but something completely different – (mainly) bodily features they use to get what they want from men. Therefore, when you hear someone saying: “She used her female weapons”, you can be sure the mentioned person has exposed, accentuated or generally made more noticeable the things that men (supposedly) appreciate on women. Continue reading “Female Weapons”→