Different types of fashion lovers

 

 Big city = a lot of people. A lot of people = a lot of ideas for fashion. One of my secret guilty pleasures is looking at bags, shoes, outfits of people in the metro, on my way to or from work. Especially bags are my target lately, because I want to buy a new one and I'm looking for a model (on a real model ;) ) that will make my heartbeat faster. 

  We all participate in fashion industry, whether we like it or not. For some it's a duty, for others it's a pleasure, or a compulsive reflex, or just a part of everyday routine. While stalking girls' bags I actually came to some conclusions  : there are different types of people who are interested in/obsessed with/like/love/whatever fashion. Always up-to-date lovers know what's hot and what's not. Their goal is to follow the trends and not to be left behind with outfits from previous season. They'll know which designer proposes what for Spring/Summer or Fall/Winter, and not only what to wear when, but also what to listen to, where to go and what to see. Details lovers focus on accessories. Their bags, shoes and jewellery (or details on the jacket, etc.) play the main role in the fashion play. Drama lovers believe that fashion has to speak loud, with intense colors and drastic cuts. What they want from their clothes is intense and dramatic effect that makes pedestrians stopping and staring at them. True to style lovers  decide to stay faithful to narrow path and be picky shoppers. That's a difficult love but makes you recognizable. 

 Oh, it's a broad topic! It's amazing how many personal filters are working inside our heads to make us choose one clothes, not the other! And how somebody's amazing piece of art can be just an awful cloth for the other.    

Picky Shopper

 I'm facing real horror lately-shopping. When did spending money became such a struggle??? How did I shop for all those years before? Am I getting that old and picky? I'm coming into a shop with hope and enthusiasm, only to leave it with surprising conclusion that there's nothing there that*:

a) is worth it's price

b) is in my size

c) is worth considering to try it on

d) is in the right color

e) matches the rest of my wardrobe

f) will survive 3 or more washings 

  

*choose the right answer (multiply choice allowed)

Shoe shock!

  The whole city was staring at my shoes today. Ok, at least 89% of people that were passing me on the streets. That felt weird and embarrassingly. I didn't see them as extravagant pair, ok, maybe colorful, but extravagant? Come on, just some navy blue suede with red shoe laces. Have no one in this (capitol) city seen anything much more extraordinary? ;) 

  This shoe shock that I unintentionally caused today made me think about how really free we are in wearing what we want? If we completely don't give a damn about trends in fashion, it's not ok. If we are following fashion carefully- it's not ok. If we have a style that differs from the majority- it's not ok. What's ok then? To dress not too fancy, not too extravagant, not too cheap, not too old-fashioned, not too trendy and for God's sake, don't you ever try to look different than the crowd! 

  Some people were probably laughing at my shoes, some of them were smiling at me, like they wanted to say "Cool shoes!", some of them were just noticing something unusual in the place were usually people wear shoes. And I was walking, and I was somewhere between doubting my shoe-choice and being proud of it, and I decided to try the Sex & the City attitude "Stop this drama girl! You're fabulous!". It's crazy to care about others (especially strangers in the streets) opinions about how you look. If you like something- enjoy it! And cause shoe, dress, hair or make-up shock, why not! At least something interesting will happen on the streets and people will have what to talk about :)

Textile shelter

  No matter how old I am, there still have to be two specific pieces of clothes in my wardrobe: "That dress" and "The sweater".

 That dress is your private saviour, lifeguard, etc. No matter how unattractive you feel when you have bad day- the dress is waiting in the wardrobe to prove you wrong. "Just wear me and look into the mirror" the dress promises and you know you'll see the better, braver, sexier you in the reflection.

  The sweater is a shelter that you can keep in a backpack and wear it when needed. It will protect you from cold but also gave you the comfy and safe feeling. The bigger The Sweater is, the better- just drown in the wool weaves and relax.   

Misery/Obstinacy

 What are the advantages of misery? Probably you'll answer: absolutely none. Are you sure? Because there must be a reason why sometimes I enjoy so much to stay in miserable condition, just thinking again and again about my pitiful situation, doing nothing else but sobbing and trying to recall all the reasons why I should stay upset. How crazy it sounds...but didn't you do the same at least once in your lifetime? 

 Fortunately (?) nothing lasts forever and even misery has its limits. And together with those limits comes glorious thought: there's more in this life. More to be discovered, to be watched, to be experienced. And that's the sign of life still pulsing in you-if you want, miss, desire, wish. Be obstinate enough to reach for what you want, obstinate to believe that there's always sun coming out after storm.

Introvert's confession

 "Hi, I'm Marta, I'm an introvert." The most colorful and exciting moments of my life are happening in my head, I'm defending borders of my comfort zone and I prefer to listen than to talk. I like to go out from time to time, not each night or each weekend. I'm blushing when I see that someone is giving me his all attention. But in my own world? In my own world I am the Queen, I am the Ruler and the Star that outside my head wears introvert's disguise. In my head I'm wearing the most fabulous dresses, having the most craziest adventures and telling the most interesting stories. In reality most of my clothes are "a little too..." (big, small, old, worn out), the adventures are few and not that spectacular (or maybe it's me that can't describe them in spectacular way?) and the stories? The stories are stored in the magazines of my memory, forgotten, waiting for better times, for better me. 

  Some people would be surprise while reading this but it's only because they're probably even bigger introverts than me. And, as a master of Introvert Art, I'm showing to the world my well played Extrovert Face. Two biggest introvert's pleasures are: to go to his inner Musing Temple and to be among friends who accept him exactly as he is.