I clean out my jewelry drawer, sleepily dusting off the tiny boxes, and it’s comical how easy it is to distinguish the items from each of my various fashion phases. But strong memories come easily with the dust, too.
In grade school days, I was a daddy’s girl who loved bright colors. I distinctly remember a pair of pink plastic, clip-on Minnie Mouse earrings . And my dear dad gave me this tiny, shiny, sweet ring.
High school was full of attempts at coolness, as well as realizing that inescapable quirkiness was ok. Remember charm bracelets? I do. Clearly. I can’t look at it now without giggling. It weighs about the same as a small dog.
College was about adventure,
laziness functionality, and improvisation. Big, chunky necklaces, funny earrings, bracelets from overseas.
When both of my grandmothers passed away one summer, we saved small pieces for family-sacred keepsakes.
Then soon it was off to the real life 8-5 job and the quirkiness had to be turned down a notch. But eventually I learned that spending some time in the morning putting effort into dressing creatively really makes me feel more like myself and more energetic.
So to a certain extent, what we wear matters. What do you think?
*this post is in response to a creative exercise word prompt – “fashion” – for the Raining Umbrellas e-course on creativity I’m participating in for the next month. I’ll be blogging our assignments periodically.