Since I have returned from a shopping trip to New York City, I have become completely inspired to take my personal sense of style into a whole new realm of existence. I find myself taking more chances, becoming more patient with looking for pieces, and even buying colour. The last is quite a jump from my normally monochromatic wardrobe.
Let me set the record straight by stating that I am, by no means, a stereotypical "girly" girl. If it has not become evident through my avid blogging about the Vancouver Canucks, I am a tad bit of a tomboy. This fact, however, does not take away from my borderline obsessive love for fashion. I am a shopaholic through and through, and one of my favourite past times has become reading about and expressing myself through fashion.
Nonetheless, my personal style has evolved into what some semi-experts would classify as "edgy". Through the years, I have experimented with the "sporty" look, which ended up looking frighteningly masculine, went through a "preppy" face - induced by my mother so strongly that I felt like I was her, and became "punk" until I realized people were afraid of me, and my outside did not reflect my inside. So, in recent memory, I have decidedly reached a happy medium. Most of my jewelry is studded or chains, I own acid wash jeans, and studs and sequins speak to me the way floral patterns and pink speak to the super feminine type I could never become.
As of late, my "style staples" have become anything with an animal print, studs or sequins, denim cutoff vests, a pair of black oxford shoes, a pair of metallic silver wedges, a pair of black and metallic (see a pattern forming?) gladiator sandals, and patterned shorts. I tend to gravitate towards pieces with some sort of visual quirk that separate it from other garments. Though I'm slowly being led into a world of colour, primarily focussing on deeper purples, I am still affixed with black, white and grey. I've come to appreciate the look of baggy shirts and skinny jeans, and when I wear tighter tops I tend to pair them with studded suspenders.
My mother, ever opinionated, claims that The Big Apple rejuvenated my passion for fashion (excuse the cliche) and helped me to realize my true fashion identity. Just because I listen to hardcore rock music with a lot of screaming doesn't mean I need to scare people off. She gently reminded me that I do also listen to the Jonas Brothers and Maroon 5.
I've come to be happy with the, dare I use the phrase fashionista, I've become. Just because my sense of style doesn't match the fashionable girl wearing floral prints and pink, doesn't mean mine is any less acceptable. As Clinton Kelly puts it, "any woman who loves hockey is bound to have a bit of edge." I choose to accentuate mine with clothes.
Let me set the record straight by stating that I am, by no means, a stereotypical "girly" girl. If it has not become evident through my avid blogging about the Vancouver Canucks, I am a tad bit of a tomboy. This fact, however, does not take away from my borderline obsessive love for fashion. I am a shopaholic through and through, and one of my favourite past times has become reading about and expressing myself through fashion.
Nonetheless, my personal style has evolved into what some semi-experts would classify as "edgy". Through the years, I have experimented with the "sporty" look, which ended up looking frighteningly masculine, went through a "preppy" face - induced by my mother so strongly that I felt like I was her, and became "punk" until I realized people were afraid of me, and my outside did not reflect my inside. So, in recent memory, I have decidedly reached a happy medium. Most of my jewelry is studded or chains, I own acid wash jeans, and studs and sequins speak to me the way floral patterns and pink speak to the super feminine type I could never become.
As of late, my "style staples" have become anything with an animal print, studs or sequins, denim cutoff vests, a pair of black oxford shoes, a pair of metallic silver wedges, a pair of black and metallic (see a pattern forming?) gladiator sandals, and patterned shorts. I tend to gravitate towards pieces with some sort of visual quirk that separate it from other garments. Though I'm slowly being led into a world of colour, primarily focussing on deeper purples, I am still affixed with black, white and grey. I've come to appreciate the look of baggy shirts and skinny jeans, and when I wear tighter tops I tend to pair them with studded suspenders.
My mother, ever opinionated, claims that The Big Apple rejuvenated my passion for fashion (excuse the cliche) and helped me to realize my true fashion identity. Just because I listen to hardcore rock music with a lot of screaming doesn't mean I need to scare people off. She gently reminded me that I do also listen to the Jonas Brothers and Maroon 5.
I've come to be happy with the, dare I use the phrase fashionista, I've become. Just because my sense of style doesn't match the fashionable girl wearing floral prints and pink, doesn't mean mine is any less acceptable. As Clinton Kelly puts it, "any woman who loves hockey is bound to have a bit of edge." I choose to accentuate mine with clothes.