I’m not one to muse much over my personal style. Mostly, because I think the topic of personal style can be terribly dull. I mean, you know. It’s *your* personal style. Second, I sew the bulk of my clothes so it’s just impossible for me to have the depth of wardrobe I would like. That also means I’m really not interested in purchasing things I could or want to make myself. Having fewer clothes is just a downside to sewing my own wardrobe. Not accepting of this fact, I used to just crank out clothing because I *could*.
Apropos to that, after posting this photo from Santa Fe on my Facebook, I started to wonder about my personal style. Why? Because my very good friend of almost ten years commented, “I’ve never seen you look so chic!”
The thing is, it’s not me. It’s my friend M.
It is not the first time we’ve been confused for each other. I mean, honestly. My boss has gone up to her in meetings and started talking before he realized it wasn’t me. Two weeks ago at a fundraiser a woman I *know* asked me if my husband and parents would be coming. M. has been at dinner and had the bartender mention he saw her in the paper after my photo ran. It’s so common I no longer correct people at the risk of embarrassing them.
I know we don’t actually look alike. Same skin tone. Same hair. That’s all people really need though.
I of course called Julia to tell her it wasn’t me. She said she realized it as soon as she got to the next photo and saw I was wearing ‘those hideous Aerosoles’ approved soley for my trip to China. Yes, they are comfortable. And, at least they are red. But, they are certainly not chic.
The point of all this, is it confirmed what I’ve been thinking about my sewing and personal style in 2011. I want to be chic. Now, that doesn’t mean that I want to stop looking like I work at an advertising firm. I take a great deal of pride in looking creative yet being no nonsense, professional and reliable. But, I certainly don’t want a long time friend to be startled because they think I look chic.
All this is just confirmation of my December epiphany when I completed my wool coat. I no longer want to sew throwaway clothes. I want to make clothes that define me. If I wanted disposable garments, then I should shop at Target. 2011 is the year that I want to adore 99 percent of what I make. And, ultimately, that means I will be making fewer clothes, with better lines, more interesting details and loving them all the more.