I love fashion but I also hate it. I love the ability a dress has to change my mood by simply slipping it on, the way big sunglasses always make me feel glam, and finding unique accessories. When I was a kid I dreamed of being a fashion designer and sometimes I think in a past life I was. I feel like fashion is wearing whatever clothes make you happy.
Not everyone agrees with my definition which is also why I hate fashion. Pick up any fashion magazine and it is full of rules about how you should never wear white after Labor day, your PJs in public, and other random demands. But what if wearing the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles my husband bought me for Valentine’s Day make me happy? What if I decide have an official lazy PJ day and cuddle with my daughter, husband, and puppy all day because it is fun and then we have pancakes for dinner? What if my daughter’s PJs are white and it’s October? Should I not do this because fashion magazines say I should never wear PJs in public?
This is why I never read fashion magazines because they are basically glorified party poopers. So I have decided while I love fashion, I will never follow the “rules” because whoever made them needs a strong dose of fun. I will follow my daughter’s example and wear my sunglasses upside down if I so choose because it makes me happy!
T-Shirt via Plumley’s Togs