Hello everyone and happy Monday! So these past few days I’ve been heavy duty cleaning my room just because. I cleared off my desk so I could have a space to work when I take my online classes at home, I dusted the bejesus out of my dressers, and organized my jewelry to perfection. Today my task was to sort through my clothes and find things that I wanted to donate, keep, or try selling to Plato’s Closet. It was a daunting task, considering the massive size of my clothing collection but it was so damn rewarding once it was complete! I had a beautiful epiphany while sorting through, refolding, and rehanging all of my beloved pieces of clothing. I’ve known this fantastic truth I rediscovered for a long time, but it came in so crystal clear today and I just had to share it with you guys. But before I do that, here’s a little bit of tune-age for you to enjoy in honor of cleaning out my closet today!

^^^ Sorry…I had to.

ANYWAYS, while I was going through my clothes, I was truly blown away by all of the different styles that I’ve managed to piece into my collection over the years. I found everything from boho, classic, menswear, goth girl, 90’s era grunge, punk, girly girl, librarian chic, urban, and everything in between. As I thumbed through all these different pieces and remembered the occasions that I rocked all of these eccentric looks I couldn’t help but think to myself just how amazing the power of clothing is. Ever since I was able to shop for myself, I like to think that I tried to stray away from the norm. I refused to let myself wear only one specific style of clothing. In all honesty, if that were the case, I probably would be stuck in a grunge inspired look for all of eternity. But I didn’t want that. I wanted everything. I wanted all of the different emotions and feelings I associated with different styles. I wanted the confidence of a woman in a gorgeous trench coat. The go with the flow vibe of a flower child in a maxi dress. The self assured stride of a business woman in a menswear inspired trouser. I wanted the flirty fun feel of a chick in a floral print dress and cardigan and I wanted the nonchalant air of a girl in a killer flannel and black skinny jeans. Thanks to my wardrobe, I get to experience these different feelings through my outfits and it’s done absolute wonders for my self esteem and confidence. I’m a firm believer in the phrase “fake it till you make it” and I feel like personal style and the pieces of clothing in your collection are a shining beacon of truth to that….at least for me anyways. For example, yesterday I wore this really fantastic pair of menswear trousers that I got ages ago from Forever 21 paired with a cheeky crop top, blazer, and kitten heels. This particular look made me feel like I was running errands for a prominent magazine editor instead of running errands for myself. Isn’t that amazing? How just one outfit that you feel fantastic in can open up all of these fun scenarios in your head of what you could be wearing this look for. Fake it till you make it right? My love for all things fashion deepened in a way that I can’t even describe while cleaning today. When all of these different thoughts came rushing into my head, I remembered why I was so attracted to clothing in the first place. It was a very special experience to be sprawled out on my bedroom floor, surrounded by my “babies”, and having a wave of nostalgia hit me like a fast pitched baseball. God, I love fashion.

Thanks for reading me ramble on about my epiphanies while cleaning! Much appreciated 😉 How would you define your personal style? What’s one piece of clothing that you refuse to wear? For example, I refuse to wear anything but black denim because I’m convinced that blue jeans make me look fat. Ha! I’d love to hear from you, so leave me a comment and let’s chat! -Sarah