The other weekend, I found myself in a JoAnne’s with my Mom. While out running errands I had agreed to go to the fabric/craft store with her (she sews and quilts) if she came into Ulta with me (I’m obsessed with makeup). I didn’t anticipate doing anything in the store except waiting for her to find what she needed, but as I was lazily walking up and down the aisles of fabric, I came across a print that caught my eye.
This wasn’t just any print. It was a print. An extremely vibrant large multicolored floral pattern that was put on a bright lilac background. It was so me, I couldn’t stop starring at it. Ideas started running through my head: what could I use this for? A skirt? Pants? Throw pillows? To reupholster a chair? As I continued to think about it, I realized something. I didn’t really have a place for this pattern in my life. This pattern wasn’t actually me anymore. It was me circa 2013.
Bright patterns that no one else would touch with a 10 foot pole used to be my thing. I loved the idea of taking something that was a challenge to style, and winning that challenge. I wore brightly colored floral pants with pride, knowing that I was pulling. them. off. But if you look at my wardrobe now, instead of seeing a collection of bright patterns and contrasting colors, you’ll find a collection of neutrals. Statements come in the form of black and white stripes, subtle polka dotted tights, or (if I’m feeling dangerous) my one leopard printed item (a Karen Millen mini skirt). These days, I tend to spend my money on versatility and quality over “wow factor”. I’m trying to curate a “minimalist” wardrobe.
Scrolling through the Revolve website used to feel like “goals”, but these days, it’s started to feel overly trendy… and overly expensive for such trendiness. So instead I buy a cashmere turtleneck on sale in both black and grey, another white button down, those same jeans I love but in the darker wash, etc.
Even my makeup aims to be as simple as possible. Most days all I wear is a BB tinted moisturizer. When I do more, my favorite lipstick is a Lorac shade aptly titled “Minimalist” that is the exact color of my natural lips. And the most excited I’ve ever been about purchasing a makeup product is when I managed to track down a contour stick that was as subtle as subtle can be (Lancome’s Le Duo in Ivoire).
I’ve always aspired to be a bit of a minimalist. I usually dream that having exactly what I need and nothing more would be the ultimate form of stress relief. But now that I’m getting there… I don’t know… part of it feels… boring? Maybe it’s just the rate limiting factor of my income paired with the expensive nature of quality basics, but it feels like I’m wearing the same thing every day. And where’s the fun in that? Has my style become boring?
But also, if I love what I’m wearing and feel comfortable and like myself in it, is there any harm in being boring?
:: SHOP THE LOOK ::
Sweater: L.L. Bean – Also available in cream and olive green
Sunglasses: Prada – old. Similar here