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11.13.2009

As I'm folding all my clothes into old apple boxes, I can't help but notice how much my style has changed. I'm talking about the drastic changes (those will take up a whole 'nother post, believe you me) and the subtle changes - the ones that have taken place in the past year; a few months even.
It's strange I know, but even if my styles change, I find I never really get rid of them. I still find myself wearing the cluttered style of the infamous 'Emos', even though I swear I'd grown out of that phase months and months ago.
So let's go over them, my past styles, and see where it takes us.

As an infant I wore as little clothes as possible. That went on until I was a toddler of, oh, about 3. No clothes for me.
Then it was the shorts and tank phase, which allowed me to climb trees and fall out of them with relative ease.
At the energetic age of 8, I switched to the classic t-shirt and jeans combo, which (although in different fashions) has stuck with me until the present time. I love my TandJ. ♥
I went through a cowgirl phase of 2 months between then and age 12. I've always had a cowgirl phase, now that I think about it. It's just some part of me that will never fade.
That was also when I had my skirt and dress phase and when I learned that a bra was needed to continue on with my life. Oh, yes, the distress brought on by the first bra. I hated that.
However, it was necessary. Around that time was when I started to get a sense of style, however small and ridiculous it may have been. I was starting to match things better and follow trends. Were they the right trends? Who knows. This was when I became strange and eclectic and generally weird. I wore anything from camo skirts to outfits all green, cowboy boots with ribboned blouses and florescent, hippy pants. A lot of layers. Patterns. Oh yes. That was me. Sometimes I felt like Ugly betty. And this is kind of what I think I must have looked like to other people.
That was the year I entered the vestiges of public school. I was actually admired somewhat for my outgoing personality and who-gives-a-shit mindset, but I still dressed horrible. But, as you know, peer pressure does a lot of things. Like change someone's style, as it did mine.
I started to turn back to my jeans and a t-shirt phase, only this time it was more like this; a bit hippy and still somewhat strange. I wore long-sleeves a lot during grade 9, not sure why, but I did.
During my high-school years I decided that no way in hell was I going to turn up like some "preppy, hairbrained schoolgirl" (my words), and so I set out to live with styles that set me apart from the other girls, but still looked good. A word that was becoming clearer every day.

For the rest of my high-school life I wore everything from Hip to Hippy, and rocked it.
Some favorites of mine were things like this, this and this, all of which I still wear on a regular basis. Like I said, sometimes I slip back into certain wear, like Cowgirl, and I'm cool with that.
I am a fan of most styles. I just love fashion. A certain favorite of mine is Emo-punk. I think the mix of cotton, leather and funk is rockin' and I would wear it frequently if given the chance.
Prep is something I'm okay with in small amounts. I like scarves and big earrings and belts.
I'm also getting more into the 'classic' feel of things. Tweed pants and pencil skirts are the shit. Really.
And OMG Narciso Rodriguez! ♥ LOVE that designer so much. I am such a runway fashion whore. I am.

I'm sure as I grow my style will alter, but now that I look at what I'm wearing now, I'm sure it won't be that drastic. Can't wait!

~K.L.

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