I’m a recovering blonde bombshell.
You wouldn’t recognize me, back in the day.
Big hair, fuzzy coats, teetering heels, pouty lips.
Then I had kids.
I realize that I’m individuating as I part with my
traditional blonde locks and go back to a more natural brown color for
maintenance reasons.
I was losing hair in clumps after my second baby and I
worried that I wasn’t going to have any left by the time I hit 50.
But I seem to think that it goes beyond hair. I’m talking about style here—blonde style---
that I’ve moved out of.
As I evaluate the ragged remains of my blonde days
contrasted with the gifts of well-meaning others (principled, utilitarian
pieces) compared with the items I have purchased myself (functional pieces but
nothing I really loved) I’m faced with a rather schizophrenic wardrobe.
I haven’t spent money on clothes in the last five
years. Funds were too tight. I was in minimalist Jessica mode. I didn’t want to explore my passion for
clothes in truth for fear of a broken heart.
With no cash, I couldn’t effect change on my sense of style and that is
something that is forever changing…
Style…
Now that things have shifted and I can start to dream again
I find myself facing the task of reordering my closet…
What can be saved versus what must be thrown away.