Every year for Christmas, my dad would pick up a long rectangular box, and, sitting in his La-Z-Boy chair, cock his head to one side, put on a funny quizzical face, and shake the box next to his ear. Everyone would look at each other and say simultaneously:
My mother would sigh, because every year she buys my dad a pair of jeans. (My dad, who grew up very humbly as the oldest of 14 kids, would wear one pair of jeans until they were threadbare, faded and in absolute tatters, since a new pair of jeans would be the last thing he’d think to spend money on.) I am far more fashionista than my father, but I have a lightweight, black tie-front sweater that I have tried to throw out no less than three or four times. It’s getting so shabby that I have to wear black shirts underneath it so no one notices. Every time I try to pitch it, I end up racing back to the trash! Maybe instead of a sweater, you have a post-it note from an old flame that has sentimental value. Or a vintage cameo that’s actually worth something if you sold it at an antique dealer - but selling it would feel like you’re selling a part of your soul.
For me, this is the heart behind fashion. I gave up tearing this sweater into cleaning rags because I just love it too much. In fact, I’m rocking my D of C’s Barcelona leggings with my well-loved black sweater as I sit snugly and happily behind my computer and write this! When you wear what you love, it shows. I have fun dressing up my D of C’s to wear to the office. Even Storm Troopers make peace when they see the spring in my step. What you put on your body should make you smile! Keep the damn sweater, throw on the crazy-patterned tights for the office, wear your jeans until they have holes in unmentionable places, and don’t ever sell the antique cameo if that is what makes you happy. People say you can either follow the trends, or you can set them. I am taking option 3, which neither. I’m wearing what makes me happy.
Writer: Christie Cole