Vogue

Yesterday's post (and happenings) has me thinking about what my fashion edict is. I do not think that most days I dress like a rock star/fetish queen but the boots I bought yesterday (see 01/15/2011 blog) states otherwise. I do not lie when I saw I wanted these boots as soon as I saw them. I did not think they would not be practical. I did not think I would never wear them. And when I saw them, I thought they clearly echoed the sentiment of the person I am.

When I think about my closest though, I do not really think it is riddled with lace and leather and lots of jackets with studs and zippers. I do not eve think of myself as a particularly tough person. Yet, when ever I peruse fashion journals or style guides, the styles that always speak to me are a little bit rock, and a whole lot of roll. Which seems strange as I look back through pictures of myself. If anything, my day to day style seems more preppy and less hipster; More traditional, less pushing the boundaries.

So why do the boots exemplify who I am? I have been thinking about it as I try to plan how to pull the boots into my wardrobe. Clearly, these won't be the type of shoes that I lug into work in. Instead, these are the shoes I might pull on with a more traditional skirt and tights to make it a little more glam. I am even thinking it would be great to wear with the CK cocktail dress that I have hanging up in my wardrobe, just waiting for a night out and a suitable occasion. I am thinking they would be fun under jeans, as a sort of quiet rebellion or maybe being all our rocker with a lace top (yes, I do own some though I seem to wear them more dainty than rock), velvet shorts, tights and boots.

In the end, my feeling is that I am less of a fashion follower and more of a chameleon. There are certain styles I adore and most of these styles have a little bit of edge and darkness to them (hence, my love of all things goth) but at the same time, I know when to wear certain things and what is professional and what is for fun. So the boots will stay buried in the closet - albeit in the front - and I will wear my button downs and my trousers, but with every foray into my closet, remembering the rebel yell that dwells within my heart.