I was thinking this week about how photographing my outfits has changed my style. And, I mean, it hasn’t CHANGED it, exactly: I still like more or less the same things I liked before I started fashion blogging, but these days I’m definitely much more likely to actually WEAR those things, rather than just buying them and leaving them to hang in the closet, for fear that people will mock me for being over-dressed.
These days, well, I STILL worry that people will mock me, to be perfectly honest, but I no longer worry that I don’t have enough of an excuse to wear the clothes I want, because there’s ALWAYS an excuse, even if it’s as simple as, “Because I felt like it.”
Fashion blogging may have given me the confidence to wear the outfits I want to (most of the time, anyway), though, but it also almost stopped me wearing this one.
You see, on Saturday morning, I woke up and I really wanted to wear this ASOS circle skirt, which is a couple of years old now, but still one of my favourite items of clothing. I ALSO, however, wanted to try to take some outfit photos, purely because it was sunny outside, and I’ve learned the hard way that if I don’t grab the opportunity to take photos any-time it’s sunny, I’d basically have no photos at all. Which would be a tragedy, I’m sure you’ll agree. Ahem.
“I can’t wear a gingham skirt if I’m going to take outfit photos,” I told myself. “Because I was wearing a gingham skirt in my last set of photos, and THAT was the third one of the summer as it was. It can’t just be ALL gingham skirts, all the time, or people will start thinking I have some kind of weird obsession with them, and even although that’s totally true, weird obsessions aren’t exactly the kind of thing you want to advertise, are they? People will start calling me The Gingham Skirt Girl, and I mean, I know I’ve always secretly wanted an affectionate nickname, but that one’s just lame.”
Then I thought about it some more, and you know what would be REALLY lame? Not wearing something you love, just because of your stupid blog.
So I wore the skirt. Because I felt like it.
And now I think I’ll go and look into changing my name to The Gingham Skirt Girl. It has a certain ring to it, after all…
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