image & identity
October 4, 2012 § 2 Comments
This morning I struggled to piece together something resembling adult attire. Wanting to present a coordinated image at a school meeting I cast aside oversized sweaters and everyday t-shirts, ballet flats and flip flops, jeans and yoga pants in search of something that might suggest a contemporary mom-on-the-go. I wanted to exude confidence, but my closet suggested I am lost in shades of self doubt; earth tones and unassuming everyday essentials dramatically insignificant.
Nestled in a corner of my closet are sweater dresses and pencil skirts in want of feminine footwear. A sprinkling of accidental accessories slumber forgotten and unworn – an indication of lost intentions. Navigating my fragmented clothing and accessories for something stylish I resigned myself to a pair of hip hugging dark washed jeans, a crisp cotton t-shirt, and ballet flats accessorized with only my wedding band, watch, and unpretentious diamond studs. With my straight hair swept into a ponytail I felt like a teenager long expired, curious to be made into a woman.
I admire women who seem born into a sense of style, their clothes seemingly conforming to their personality. I want to wake up a little bit Audrey, playfully tailored and effortlessly elegant, but unassuming and authentically me.
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Sounds good to me. Audrey Hepburn kept it pretty simple when she dressed down.
I adore Audrey Hepburn. Truly beautiful, inside and out.