I think it’s fascinating how personal style evolves, and I love nothing more than thinking back to some of my more
horrible experimental phases in fashion. Like when I thought I was a really good candidate for the punk-rock look. Or when I refused to wear anything other than black. (Ok, still a little guilty of that last one). But I distinctly remember a few years ago when I denounced anything sweet or feminine as “ugly” and “lame.” I wanted harsh, clean lines and absolutely no frills whatsoever.
My, how times have changed.
Now all I want is all. things. girly. Give me something with a ruffle or a peplum and I’m happy lady. I can’t pinpoint what has inspired this feminine shift, but I like it. I feel much more myself. Maybe I really am a girly-girl after all. (Ok take it easy, let’s not get carried away.)
It’s certainly interesting to me how our personal style is an expression of some facet of ourselves. And how when that style changes and evolves, on some level, so do we. Maybe my inner child needs some love and attention these days. Maybe she wants to play dress up, and that’s why I’m drawn to feminine frills instead of minimal lines. Little Kira just wants her day in the sun.
And so, she can have it. Whatever’s got me on this girly vibe, it feels right. I hope your style feels right today too.