Style Dispatch

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Sunday’s outfit is a franken-beast made all of my favorite things: enormous scarf, tight dress, big boots, black. Oh, black. I love you. There was a time a few years ago when I, after wearing black almost exclusively since my teenage days, decided to open my heart and my wardrobe to color. Like all hare-brained experiments this was fun at first. Of course it was – there was shopping and dressing up to be done! However, as my shelves gradually filled up with splashes of olive, burgundy and blue, I began to feel… Wrong, somehow.

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I realized that regularly wearing anything outside of the gray-scale spectrum felt like wearing a costume, just as dyeing my hair anything other than blue makes me feel like I’m wearing a wig. Though I wasn’t thrilled – the concept of not being able to comfortably switch sartorial direction at will frustrated me – I’ve since come to accept and embrace my darque exterior anew. Expelled are the colorful closet invaders that had accumulated during my ill-advised experiment and the shelves are filled with shades of coal once again. All is well.

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My most recent wardrobe-altering endeavor involved ridding myself of almost all thick platform shoes. Reason? I hate the way I walk in them. My usual walk is that of an agile man on a mission – whereas the massive clunker platforms with a flat sole slow me down and make me wobbly in a way I don’t appreciate. Big shoes are still my favorite, I’m just far more picky about the heel and  platform shape these days.

Have you ever had a personal wardrobe revelation? How did it happen? Were you blown away by a heroine’s style at the movies, mesmerized by a stylish passerby or did it come to you in a fevered dream?

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