Stupid Fashion Rules I Impose Upon Myself (Even Although I *Know* They’re Stupid)
So, we can all agree that so-called fashion “rules” are pretty stupid, right?
I mean, who cares if someone wears white after Labor Day, for instance? (Er, especially here in the UK, where we don’t even HAVE Labor Day…) Not me. I’ve written quite a bit in the past about how I don’t believe in following fashion “rules”, and how everyone should feel free to wear whatever the hell they want, whatever people think of them. I stand by all of that, too: the thing is, though, while I’m more than happy to blow off all of the stupid rules you see in lists of ‘Things Women Over 30 Should Never Wear, The Hussies’, or whatever, there are certain self-imposed rules which I just can’t seem to break away from, no matter how hard I try (Although, to be fair, I don’t try THAT hard, really…). For instance:
I will not wear two or more dark colours together
Take the coat in the photo above, for instance. It’s the Collectif ‘Marlene’ trench, and it’s one of my favourite items of clothing ever, true story. Although it always, ALWAYS seems to photograph as teal, it’s actually the most gorgeous forest green – and therein lies the problem. Now, I LOVE forest green, don’t get me wrong. I’m wearing it as I write this, in fact. I will, however, only wear it with bare legs (or nude fishnets, in this case), or lighter shades, like camel or tan. Because as soon as I try to wear that gorgeous dark green with black, it just looks ALL KINDS OF WRONG TO ME. Well, let me rephrase that: not wrong, exactly, just… gloomy. And kind of dull. For the same reason, I won’t wear black and navy, black and brown, or any other combination that puts one dark colour against another: it’s just a bit depressing to me, I guess.
I should say here that I DON’T think that when I see other people mix dark colours. No, other people seem to be able to pull it off just fine: it’s just me that can’t do it – which leaves me without many options for styling this coat… or the dress I’m wearing under it, for that matter, which also looked a bit dull when I tried it with black tights. Speaking of black tights…
I won’t wear tights in the summer – even if it’s cold.
Now, I know perfectly well how stupid this is (and, in my defence, it’s not like I just freeze instead: I wear trousers or jeans instead of skirts/dresses on days when it’s too cold for bare legs in summer): I’ve always said you should dress for the weather, not for the season, and I believe it, too. You should dress for the weather. I, however… well, I apparently dress for the season, because I absolutely HATE the idea of thick tights in summer, even on a cold day. It’s not “tights” season, dammit! I WILL NOT wear them! Similarly…
I won’t wear ‘summer’ clothes in winter
You know all of those articles people write telling you how to “winter-ize” a summer dress, by layering it up with tights and a cardigan, etc? I hate those articles. I always just think, “Why not just wear WINTER clothes in winter, rather than trying to make summer ones work instead?” It just seems so much easier, no? So I don’t wear white jeans in January, or cotton dresses at Christmas: not even with tights and cardis over them!
I won’t mix metallics… if I can help it
OK, so I’ve actually loosened up quite a bit on this one, because my wedding and engagement rings are platinum, but these days I’m more into yellow gold. Given that Terry won’t allow me to have a selection of wedding bands, to wear with different outfits, however, this sometimes means I’m forced to either mix my metallics, or just never wear some of things I love. I DO always feel a bit uncomfortable about it (more so after someone commented on my blog expressing their horror that the (tiny) buckles on my shoes were silver, but my (also tiny) belt buckle was gold. I mean, even I’m not THAT fussy, cool it, sister!), although, like I say, I’ve been in recovery on this one for a while now.
As I said, I don’t in any way judge other people for doing any of these things (I don’t even think they look bad on them…): they’re just weird habits, really, that I can’t seem to break out of, even although I know they’re not totally logical.
Anyone want to make me feel better by revealing some of their own fashion foibles? I promise I won’t laugh…