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Fashion comes and goes, doesn’t it? Sometimes it goes faster than we can keep up with. I remember when I was about 14, a huge fashion fad was the shag hat. Remember?
I knew I wouldn’t ever have one. My mom and dad didn’t have the money to spend on something that would quickly lose its popularity. But then, wonder of wonders, my boyfriend got me one for Christmas! I was SO excited! It was white, but otherwise very much like this one.
I eagerly waited for the first day of school after Christmas, placing my treasured new hat carefully, at just the right angle. Walking to school, I watched for other girls and their shag hats.
Slowly, the chilling truth became obvious. The fad had passed. I was completely out of step with fashion. I was probably the only girl in my huge high school who was wearing a shag hat.
Story of my life.
But, you know, it didn’t take me long to realize that the only ones who could keep up with all the latest trends had what seemed like an endless supply of money, and they were always at the front of the line for the latest–passing–fad. And always looking for the next one.
These days, I rarely give fashion a thought. I’m comfortable with the style of dressing I’ve developed over time, figuring out my best colors, lengths, and combinations to suit ME, not some skinny six-foot model who actually has a thigh gap. I can’t wear what that model wears. I would look ludicrous. Of course, sometimes so do they.
I’ve also learned not to pay attention to what other people think I should or shouldn’t wear. This has been a journey for me, but for at least the last 25-30 years, I’ve dressed to please myself and my husband. Everyone else can just go fish.
I have my own style, my own preferences and tastes, and I’m comfortable with it. That’s a very nice place to be.