Think back to your earliest fashion muse. No, not that time when the Spice Girls took over and all you wanted to wear were pig-tails, baby-doll dresses, and platform sandals via Baby Spice...or the time when wearing JNCO jeans and Airwalks made you want to be a professional skateboarder and wife to Gavin Rossdale (maybe we can scratch that memory altogether)...think back even earlier. For me, and I'm sure for most girls, it was my mother's closet.
The episode when Carrie Bradshaw had access to Vogue's accessory closet in SATC conjures the same "can-you-believe-this-is-for-me-to-play-dress-up" excitement I felt every time I rummaged through my mother's clothes circa 1988. I can recall (and wish my mom still had) the floral midi-skirts, harem pants, and multi-colored, sky-high beaded shoulder-pad dresses that could rival Balmain's dresses today.
I mean look at this fierce fashionista. Midi-skirts and ankle strap heels? This outfit could still be worn with no questions asked. Well, maybe one from me begging asking, "Can I borrow that?" Dad looks pretty sharp with his chambray pants and moochies (mustache) and I'm certain hipsters would nod in agreement.
Bravo, parents, bravo.
Regardless of how questionable my choices may have been, the lines of my fashion inspiration as a child and adolescent were clearly drawn. In the rapidly changing digital age, I find that it has grown more amorphous in nature. I'm no longer the 14-year old that would wake up to her No Doubt poster thinking, "What would Gwen Stefani wear," but rather the adult that checks Instagram, what's been posted on Wendy's Lookbook, and Who, What, Wear. The query has led me to ask some of my friends, "What inspires you when you get dressed up?"
Has the validation of our outfit choices been boiled down to the number of likes and comments we receive on social media? Can we be stylishly avant-garde and just not care? Or do we fall somewhere in the middle and want to scrapbook and share the experience?
I came to this realization earlier this week when in the middle of a religious ceremony (Laylat Al-Qadr), I had a knee-jerk reaction to pull out my phone and take a picture of the experience for Instagram. Luckily, I had forgotten my phone in my car in an attempt to keep me focused and not a slave to digital alerts. I had resolved to find spiritual enlightenment and be in the moment. The thing is though, I wanted to share not for the sake of propelling a popularity contest and Look How Much Better I Am than Thou post, but rather because it really was a beautiful experience. I like to think I'm somewhere in between and use Instagram similar to a scrap book - or a record - of who I was with, what I have worn, and where I have been. It is my OWN Who, What, Wear of sorts. Who knows, maybe in the future my own daughter may use pictures from my Instagram in hopes of outfit inspiration and rumination.
When it comes to social fashion sharing, have you ever thought about where you fall? Here's a fun little choose-your-own-adventure quiz I stumbled upon that I wanted to share. I'd love to hear where you fall on the spectrum.
Happy quizzing!
xoxo




