Wardrobe Remix: Danielle

Note: Wardrobe Remix is a series of posts inspired by creative ways to get more out of your wardrobe during a seasonal change. To view similar posts, check the “Wardrobe Remix” tag.

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If you regularly follow my posts, then you know that I advocate mindful consumption. Whether that means shopping local, building a capsule wardrobe or reusing bits and bobbles, individuals should buy considerately. This Wardrobe Remix series brings those notions to life for different seasons. I like to see how people, real people that I know, get the most out of the clothing in their closets.

The original concept stemmed from my refusal to do “shopping hauls.” Buying  many pieces at the same time doesn’t create savings in the long run. Instead, those dolla-dolla bills are hanging in your closet. Last fall, during the Wardrobe Remix series, I talked about making room for change by cleaning out my closet. This emotional process moved my outfits to a supporting role for my life. This summer, I’m pushing the boundaries of each remaining clothing item even further — by challenging myself to wear my things to new places.

At The Past Minute

Since my husband has been out of town all summer for training, I’ve maintained regular dates with myself. Yes, that breakup plot-line in every girl-comedy — I am doing that. I started occasionally going out on dates with myself because my husband and I work opposite shifts. During some seasons of life, I have friends to take along to the things I enjoy. Other times, art, books, music, and hiking don’t interest my social circle.

The hardest thing about taking yourself out on a date is the lack pressure to meet a timeline. Fridays in particular are my weakness. I can easily slump home after work and spend the entire evening sitting on the couch. It’s not a peaceful, Pinterest post with a cardigan, novel and cup of tea. It’s an unsettled slouch, where I replay the victories and losses of the work week over and over in my head. Breaking away from Friday work to a Friday night out provides the appropriate mental transition. So, Friday is for chambray. I can layer the trans-formal fabric with linen pants or a skirt to look great for a meeting and chill for an evening at a gallery.

Friday is for Chambray- Danielle, Verderamade

The basic look pairs easily with my eclectic collection of found, made, vintage, and borrowed jewelry. So, I’m going places, by myself. No excuses — no going home to change.

A Blonde Date

I’m a natural bronde – that dark and dirty blonde that always leaves Carrie Bradshaw roots. When I was 21, I dyed my hair a dark chocolate brown because I kind of hated my work and wanted to see something else in the mirror each morning. Then, I started a decades-long dyeing addiction. Much to the enjoyment of my hairdresser, I’m up for any color, and any cut, anytime. This time, she took me back to my roots and that make-under was somehow scarier than a transformative tone.

“I’m so tired of being me. Me beautiful. Me ugly. Blonde. Brunette. A million f*cking fashion makeovers that only leave me trapped being me. Who I was before the accident is just a story now. Everything before now, before now, before now, is just a story I carry around. I guess that would apply to anybody in the world. What I need is a new story about who I am. What I need to do is f*ck up so bad I can’t save myself.” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

To see my true colors again remains a wonder. After years of getting high off the novelty of switching tones, I thought this shade would underwhelm me. Instead, it’s bringing back #allthefeels. When I first ran away from being blonde, I relished the fact that people (read: men) took me more seriously. Part of me was always afraid to go back to that ingénue persona.

 

Surprisingly, I actually see how far I’ve come when I look in the mirror now. My younger self might find herself both shocked and pleased at how I’ve spent the last decade. That ghost of hair-color past and I agree, it’s not the hair that makes the woman.

On the Road Again

With a summer separated from my love, I was eager to make a weekend trip to visit him. As I packed, I thought about how everything in my wardrobe goes with everything now. So, packing means putting together an appropriate number of pieces for the duration of days — no mixing, matching or thinking required.

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And I went places. I drove through several states, blaring oldies radio to keep me awake. My linen pants and chambray shirt helped me slide from a desk to a steering wheel. During my visit, the chambray sundress and blue button-down (above) carried me from an early church service, to an art gallery, to eating an Italian hoagie in a hotel room bed.

This summer, my style is about where I’m going — believe me, I’m going.

If you’re interested in guest blogging for a future remix series, please contact me directly.

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