Hi everyone! I’m Ellie and I will be giving you a tour, to the best of my abilities, in the wide world of fashion and everything that goes with it! This means makeup, hair, shoes, jewelry, and accessories.
Now, fashion IS NOT ‘just’ for the elite, despite what major media will tell you. Whether we like it or not, the media DOES influence our fashion choices to some degree. All top fashionistas and socialites follow the likes of a Kardashian. But for people like me, we mostly follow those who we identify with. I do not identify with any Kardashian. I, personally, identify with certain models. Miranda Kerr, Alessandra Ambrosio, Adriana Lima, and Jennifer Nicole Lee to name a few. I don’t identify with them in body type, but by their backgrounds. I’m German, so that’s my link to Miranda(Australian), Alessandra(Brazilian), Adriana(Brazilian) Jennifer Nicole Lee(Italian). I’m striving to become a fitness model, and if you’re familiar with Jennifer Nicole Lee’s background, then you know she didn’t always look the way she does. That and she’s super-cool about adding people to her LinkedIn profile. I follow her on all media and have a few of her books.
It goes without saying that how we feel is reflected in how we look, and vice versa. If you feel absolutely INCREDIBLE, you’ll be done up to the nines, making your confidence SOAR! You’ll probably wear something form-fitting, but not ridiculously tight. Cute shoes, minimal makeup, and an incredible hairstyle. Conversely, if you’re having a bad day it’s still going to reflect. You’re probably going to pull on your jeans and an over-sized shirt. Barefaced and a messy bun or ponytail. Keep in mind, this is how I personally see it. You, the reader, will have a different view. But if you suffer from depression or other mental illness and having a bad day, then I’m probably not far off the mark.
Let me tell you about myself. I’m in my late 30s with an artistic flair for art and jewelry. My interest in fashion didn’t bloom until fairly recently. I’m the oldest of four. As a kid, we lived in(what used to be)middle lower class. This was the early nineties. We had enough for basics. That was it. Our clothing came from hand-me-downs from other families and garage sales. Our grandma was a garage sale fanatic and most of our clothing came from her. As a child and early teens, I remember looking in my laundry basket, wondering where the hell half the stuff came from. My parents spent money if they needed to. A large young family on a budget, it needed to be done. Otherwise, we wore it until it could be worn no more. Usually this occurred when it became too small for my youngest sister.
I had just turned 16 when I got my first job. I worked at a local grocery store. It was my first uniform. Khakis and a white button-down. Tie or pin. This was also the late nineties, early 2000s, when all the fashion info you got was from a magazine. Facebook wouldn’t be around until 2000 and the internet was in it’s infancy. We didn’t get a computer until around 1997 when I was in 8th grade. Everyone in their thirties and over will remember there wasn’t high-speed internet and you had to wait the longest five minutes EVER for connection. Routers weren’t available, so the phone had to be unhooked. If you tried o call, you got a busy signal until the person was offline. Online shopping wasn’t available until only very recently.
Kindergarten to 6th grade are the years where outfits were approved by parents. You were still a kid, but slowly becoming independent. I wore whatever I had. In second grade(and in early summer no less) I wore a cold-weather outfit. It was a black and red matching two-piece with red leggings and a red and black striped top. I was absolutely DYING. In 5th grade, I wore overall shorts with a tee, and a windbreaker. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem, except I live in Kansas where the weather is bipolar. The weather didn’t warm up as I thought. The windbreaker. It was mainly red with black and blue block design on the jacket. I wore it to school and a classmate said out loud ‘she finally matches!’ It was out of malice, not friendly. Looking back, I realize this was when my ‘rebellion’ began. I certainly wasn’t going with the crowd, so I was to be ridiculed.
My budding fashion sense began in middle school. Got my first tank top as a freshman. This was also in the budding Britney Spears/ Christina Aguilera era where midsections were all over the place, along with the annoying low-rise jeans. Our school had a dress code though. Nothing obscene, no booty shorts and no bra straps. I don’t recall any double standards at my school. I remember a boy wore a shirt that said something obscene with a phallic image on it. He was told to turn it inside out. And he did.
I had modesty. And I still do. I knew a skirt was too short if I had to squat to bend over. It was my first mini-broom skirt. Not long after I got it, I learned it was flammable. I wore it to church and was an acolyte, so I was around live fire. I got rid of it. This was around the time I decided to no longer wear skirts or dresses and wear pants instead. I felt self-conscious and I never knew why. I wasn’t worried about anyone being gross. Our church was highly -respected and very family-oriented. Everyone knew everyone else and our grandparents were part of the congregation. My mom was head of Sunday School and my dad was in the choir. All I’d have to do was say ‘I’m Bill/Sally’s daughter’ or ‘Frank/Daisy’s’ granddaughter and they’d automatically know who I was. That and my last name is hard to miss.
In 8th grade, the depression hit. This was my baggy era. Nothing fit. It was deliberate. Even my bras were sports. I didn’t know my actual cup-size until my early 20s. I just didn’t care. It carried into high school. Looking back, this was also when the mental disorders were at their peak. I didn’t go with the crowd because I didn’t see the point. I follow the trends I want, and even THEN it isn’t 100%. Bits and pieces along the way.
Now that I’m an adult, things have changed. The illnesses are quelled(for the most part)and I’m learning more and more about my suppressed style. Not only that, but online shopping is available from pretty much everywhere and everyone. Gone are the days when you had to physically visit a store to make a purchase.
I hope you liked this post and I hope to see you for the next one!