Thursday, May 05, 2016

The Perils of Getting Dressed


I’m not sure what is about getting dressed in the morning, but it’s the most difficult task I have to undertake in my life. One would think such a ‘menial’ process would be easy, stress free and completed in no time. I’m afraid those who think that way are gravely mistaken. Rome wasn’t built in a day – just as my outfit wasn’t figured out in 5 to 10 minutes.

Creating an outfit each morning (or night) provides a stress like no other. You see, for me, styling and fashion is my art form so dressing myself is a creative process. In fact dressing myself is my equivalent to a painter painting or a sculptor sculpting for I am a stylist styling.

Da Vinci didn’t just wake up one day and think “Omg. I’m going to paint the Mona Lisa before my breakfast.” Now, I’m not comparing my styling ability to that of Da Vinci’s mad painting skills but much like his art took time, so does the process of clothing myself.  Plus it doesn’t help that I’m a fashion student – this adds about 56798x more pressure (that’s a lot). Oh. And I’m a blogger so let’s go and add 1246895347865 to that pressure. Yes I am just typing in large numbers at random but I really feel they add the necessary dramatic effect needed for you to understand why my bedroom looks like a bomb site each morning and I try on about 7 pairs of shoes only to realise I liked the first pair the most.

The pressure is real.

The other day I was meeting my friends and one of them texted saying she had nothing to wear and was having an identity crisis. To her I say this: I feel you. Either you have nothing to wear or too much to wear. I suffer from the latter. I have so many outfits I want to wear but alas I can only wear one at a time. Unless I go all Joey Tribbiani on you guys but I don’t think I could pull off the “could I be wearing any more clothes” look as well as him. Choosing which outfit is a decision like no other. Will I regret my choice? Is it comfortable? Is it weather appropriate? Have I worn any of the items 100 times that week? Does the outfit reflect who I am as a human being and everything I stand for?

I work myself into such a state. I start messaging everyone I know and subsequently spam them with my struggles. I send streams of photos asking which shoe is best, and when the snapchat videos of me start rolling in you know I’m in real despair. I just don't want to walk past a mirror halfway through my day and think "Ew. Who is that disaster?" only to then realise...it's me.

As I write this, it's 9:43pm and I don’t know what I’m wearing tomorrow. My 9am start means I should plan tonight if I want to avoid an encounter with the mirror of death. All that’s left to ask now is: will I survive am I up to the task? 



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