Wardrobe Diaries: Style Swap
Photo Credit: Perry Hagopian
Julia, Day 4
I wake up on Sunday with a fashion hangover. What had been such an exciting, illuminating exercise at first now just feels exhausting. Ive got calf pain, shin pain, and foot pain (not to mention blisters) from the assortment of heels Ive shoved my feet into, and although I get a much-needed break from the high stuff today with a pair of flat gladiator sandals, they look nothing short of atrocious on me. I stare at the mirror this time in horror and all I see are thick calves bulging over and through the criss-crossing leather straps. The silk-printed tent dress Ive been assigned for today so lovely and prismatic on the hanger with its swirling pattern of jewel tones only highlights the dumpiness of my legs. I hate it.
True, Ive hit a low point with the gladiators, and Im looking forward to wearing my own clothes again. But I also dont want to fade comfortably back to black. If Ive learned anything from Michelle, its that fashion should be exuberant, life-affirming, and adventuresome. Im not a postmodern canvas, but Im also not a black-and-white movie still from the 1950s. I want to find the happy medium.
Before bed (gladiators and tent dress safely packed up to return to Michelle), I pull a red dress out of my closet that Ive never been brave enough to wear before. I decide its the perfect back-to-work-as-myself look because I can be sassy on my own. Ill just be wearing it with ballet flats and a black cardigan.