I was walking by the (locally) famous Jimi Hendrix statue in Seattle today when a woman stopped me to ask if she could take my picture for her street style blog. I declined, citing "camera shy" issues, but I was flattered, and she was very gracious. She gave me her card so I could check out her blog. Here's her website: It's My Darlin. Cute little morsel of local streetstyle, fashion and food.
I walked home glancing at my reflection in shop windows, trying to figure out why she stopped me. Although it's not the first time I've been stopped for a street style picture, it still amazes me. You have to understand, I was clueless about clothes for most of my life. It was only in my 20's that I decided that I needed to overhaul my style, which heretofore had comprised of overalls and t-shirts. When I asked my best friend for advice, she directed me to Lucky magazine, the "magazine about shopping." One subscription and a Lucky book later, I felt like I had a better idea of how to put myself together.
Since then, I think I've branched out and discovered my own personal style, which, ironically enough, takes me halfway back to my overall days. So on the day that the photographer stopped me, I was wearing a fuzzy wool hat, plaid jacket, grey skirt with a bowtie, and granny shoes. It's like how I might have dressed before the whole fashion thing happened, but with a better sense of why.
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