Blonde Style

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.