::curtsies bashfully::
I feel my wardrobe has multiple personality disorder, which is why I think I couldn't have
a
style. I don't know if I can get extra points for having seven and a half. Part of me does wish I could be as consistent as Jilli, but I do realise that's totally not my mindset, since I don't possess that degree of single-mindedness, and am much more magpie-like in my shopping philosophy.
But, since I don't have any particular feeling of "ita ! wouldn't wear *that*" of most things I like, it's only a theoretical sad.
I am too lazy to have any real style, but if I ever did put in the time, I'd want to dress like a cross between Djuna Barnes and Nora Charles, with a bit of Morticia Addams thrown in for good measure.
I want you to dress like that! You need that steampunk corset.
I must say, JZ does a good job incorporating the Bathory Boots (available from Clockwork Couture) into her wardrobe.
The MySQL server at Clockwork Couture is down. How depressing.
My wardrobe has devolved into sports pants and roller derby t-shirts.
"Eclectic" is also a nice way of putting it.
I think mine is eclectic by default, because of some magpie tendencies and also the inability to pass up something cool on clearance. But I also have a lot of "why the hell did I buy that?" stuff in my closet.
I actually do have a style, it's just fairly boring. But I like it!
Dishes have been dealt with, all the laundry is hanging to dry, and lunch has been eaten (insufficient breakfast).
Oops. Capslock. Let's try that again...
I have a whole slice of my wardrobe that I no longer wear, and is probably a bit too small anyway, since the boobies got bigger. But I miss the hanky-top/bustier days, so they're all shoved onto one of the high shelves, and I run my fingers over them from time to time, since they're all silk and plastic and suede and leather.
The other day as I was leaving work, a woman in a business suit got into the elevator, looked at me, and said "you are so lucky you get to dress comfortably at work".
Apart from the "who says that" aspect, I'm okay with that as a style.
At the risk of pissing off the sweltering buffistas, it is currently 60 degrees in my house. I really want to turn on the heater, but it's memorial day, so I am going with fuzzy socks and arm warmers.
