There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us and not we them; we may make them take the mould of arm or breast, but they would mould our hearts, our brains, our tongues to their liking. ~Virginia Woolf
I am not a fashionista.
Not by a long shot.
In fact, today was the first time I've been shopping for new clothing in quite a long time.
Anyone who knows me well knows that getting me to purchase new clothing of any sort is quite the trick.
When it comes to accessories, the jewelry-nista in me in is complete and utter heaven in a tiny vintage boutique or amid shelves of sparkling silver necklaces and earrings with odd designs.
But when it comes to clothes...
...I'm a bit of a lost cause.
But my incredibly fashionable younger sister came to my house this afternoon and dragged me into a local clothing shop and dressed me from head to toe.
And I feel different.
But in all honesty, shopping for new clothes is quite near the bottom on my list of favorite things.
Maybe it's because of my extremely low self-esteem in regards to my weight and physical appearance... making the endeavor of trying on clothes a bit of an emotional roller-coaster.
Maybe it's because I have a very basic wardrobe in tones of black and black, with hints of dark purple and brown for my own bit of "variety."
If I want to dress up, I spice up a casual top and jeans with some elegant earrings and a few simple necklaces...but normally, I find myself most comfortable in a tee and jeans with only my bare feet.
I get that this makes me unusual in the realm of femininity...
...but I would so much rather pass my time and my dollars into hours at a bookstore than to put my cash into a local couture shop.
I'm the kind of girl who wears unusual owl necklaces...long silver earrings that brush against my collarbone...the same pair of silver flip-flops every day of my life...jeans even in the summertime...
...and maybe that makes me weird.
But I like my style.
I like my new clothes, that's for sure.
But as I sit here ...
...in my brand-new white tee and favorite owl necklace...bare-footed and sipping a mug of perfectly pulpy lemonade...two pairs of earrings in my ears and my hair loose and un-styled around my shoulders...
...I've come to a decision.
I like this quirky-fashioned me.
And that'll never change,
no matter what I wear.
The King is enthralled by your beauty; honor Him, for He is your Lord. ~Psalm 45:11