You may remember that I have been trying to clear out the unwanted, unworn garments from my wardrobe for, oh, must be approaching a year now! During this time, I have been flailing around trying to work out how I would prefer my style to develop, and it has been like my babybat years all over again.
I have been buying items willy-nilly and then not wearing them, because they don't look right, don't suit me, or in some cases don't even fit. I have tried 'experimental' outfits which I have thought were awesome for about two days and then have been highly embarrassed about afterwards - which is OK if you're experiencing such sartorial schizophrenia in the privacy of your own home, but not so great if, like me, you've been posting these outfits on the web in your initial rush of enthusiasm.
As such, I have a few words to say about three recent outfit posts of mine.
I have been criticised up and down the internet for these pants, but bear in mind I am a bellydancer, so owning a pair of harem-stylee pantaloons (in a dark colour, natch) is hardly out of the question. However. I may be quite fond of these pants, but they were a) an impulse buy, b) not cheap, and c) will hardly go with anything in my wardrobe. I bought them in a fit of nostalgia for my hippie-loving, madly-boho early teens, which may have been a silly idea. I'm tempted to work out some tribal bellydance-inspired outfits for the warmer months or use them for lazing around the house so that purchasing them won't have been an entirely daft move. If worse comes to worst, I guess I have a new pair of pyjama bottoms. :-/
Upon reflection, this outfit wasn't as bad as I remembered it being (in my opinion anyways), but it needs a skirt, or some shorts, or something. I make no excuse for the leggings because I love heart-print anything, but I kind of look like I wasn't sure whether I was a Goth or trying to be a trendy teen. A black pleated skirt over the top would have made this more bearable.
Blouse of doom.
The make-up sucks and the blouse doesn't suit me. End of.
So. Rehashing past mistakes aside, why am I talking about this now? Because I just had a really horrendous experience that has motivated me beyond words to finally clear out my wardrobe, and replace the dross with nice Gothy things that are actually coordinated with each other and that I actually want to wear.
I put on a spider hair clip, stripey tights, an XS Punk skirt I've had for nearly six years, a baggy festival tee and an ankh pendant. This is a basic variation on a look I've enjoyed since I was about fifteen - and suddenly it shows. A twenty-year-old dressed in an outfit dreamed up by a fifteen-year-old Gothling? It doesn't work. Suddenly most of my clothes don't seem to look quite right on me any more - and certainly not in the coordinations that I'm used to! Pink tutus and baggy pants with straps on have gone from 'mallgothy but acceptable, as long as you can acknowledge that it's cheesy' to 'ohmigod what were you thinking'.
Don't get me wrong - I'm not bashing the stuff I wore during my teens, at the time I felt great and it probably looked a lot better on me then than it does now. But my pile of clothes I actually wear has been reduced to a handful of items, and I need to come up with some sort of solution and a more co-ordinated wardrobe (in my mid-teens I used to like experimenting with different styles of Goth; deathrock-ish one day, cyber-inspired the next. Now, I'd like to be able to get dressed for work without thinking about it too much, which means that I need a pulled-together style and a wardrobe in which everything goes with everything else - or near enough).
I came online to re-read my Morbid Fashion ebook (clearly I'm going to need some pointers on grown-up Goth style), vent my horror at my entire wardrobe suddenly looking as though it belongs on someone five years younger (ouch), and most importantly get some inspiration for what sort of style I want to achieve now that pom-pom spider earrings and sparkly tutus aren't cutting it. Wish me luck!