Thursday, October 15, 2009

A Creature of Habit a.k.a. My Inability to Dress My Age

Have you ever heard someone say that as you grow older, you are better able to identify your true, personal style? Maybe you've even said it yourself. I have.

And I think it's true. Trouble is, I get so confused about all of the different things I like.

I recently discovered that while I get all drooly over Anthro, I tend to like their things more in theory than in practice. When it comes right down to it, I'm not a quirky, flowery gal. I love to look at quirky, flowery things and I have been known to buy them, a time or two. But they often end up hanging in my closet, waiting for a destination or event worthy of their specialness.

I promise, I am not abandoning Anthro. My pulse will continue to quicken on the rare occasion that I find myself in one of their stores.

But moving forward, I'm a J Crew gal. (The kind that gets ideas from their catalogs and then shops at TJ Maxx.)

At least that's what I've chosen to tell myself.

I'm a little of this - layered and neutral and blue-jeaned. With just a smidge of flounce underneath.

I'm certainly a little of this - with the cozy and the stripes.

Love every. last. detail.

The problem with all of this? On any given day, you will not see me in anything resembling any of this. Unless you happen to catch me on a Sunday. Or date night.

What you will see me in 9 times out of 10 is something along the lines of:

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There's no easy way to say it: I'm a 33-year old, trapped in a sporty, 19-year old's wardrobe.

And the worst part? I don't have a sporty bone in my body.