I very recently ‘came out’ as a blogger in my professional life. It was a hard decision for me; I blog under an alias (which essentially IS my name), because I felt like it was the only way to manage my Google identity for professional reasons AND enjoy a corner of the internet in which to talk fashions.
And so it went with many portions of my life–Adrienne (that’s me) wears somber colors but Addi (still me) mixes patterns. Adrienne runs political campaigns, but Addi runs a fashion blog. Adrienne got a degree in Political Science with a focus on Feminist Political Theory, but Addi got a degree in Music Theory and Performance. Somehow, I internalized the idea that if my ‘serious ambitions’ world got wind of my love–and participation in–le monde d’Artsy Fartsy, neither world would take me seriously.
But as I get older (and arguably more reckless?), I wonder, who says? More important, once you discover ‘who says,’ who says you have to acquiesce?
We often bisect ourselves into palatable slivers for others’ consumption. How many slices can a person make before they no longer resemble their whole?
Recently, I had to attend a more professional event, meet a host of new folks and do a bit of public speaking. I hemmed and hawed about a look–I could wear the classic ‘black suit and pop of color,’ except I just really REALLY wasn’t into it. It just isn’t me anymore (at least, not this week).
So, I didn’t. I wore this.
And yes: when I arrived, sure enough, i was a striped and flowered, pink shoe-d fish in a sea of somber suits. But, as the event ended and just as I was leaving, one woman approached me and said:
‘ Wait! I just had to tell you, your outfit is so cute! You like one of those fashion bloggers or something.’
And thought to myself, ‘Yeah. Yeah, I do.’
Thanks for reading; talk soon!
Jacket and Skirt; Dorothy Perkins (size tip; size down!)
Shoes and Earrings: Kate Spade
Blouse: Simply Be