My Little Adventure into “Lynn Fashion”
You know, for the longest time, I just wore whatever was clean and didn’t have holes. Seriously. Comfort was my main thing, and “style”? Pfft, that was for other folks, or so I thought. But then, I dunno, I hit a point. I’d look in the mirror before heading out and just feel a bit… blah. Not awful, just not really put together. That’s when I decided I needed to figure out what this “Lynn fashion” thing could be for myself – that’s just what I started calling my little project in my head.
It wasn’t like I was aiming to be on the cover of a magazine or anything. Goodness, no. I just wanted to feel a bit more confident, like I actually gave a tiny bit of thought to what I was putting on my body. So, like most people, I guess, I dived onto the internet. And wow, talk about a confusing mess. So many “you absolutely need this” lists and trends changing every five minutes. It was just too much for me, if I’m being honest.
The First Clunky Steps and Faceplants
My first tries at this “Lynn fashion” idea? Let’s just say they weren’t pretty. I’d see an outfit online, looked amazing on the super tall, super skinny model, right? So I’d buy something that looked kinda the same. And then on me? It’d hang like an old curtain. Or it’d be so darn uncomfortable I couldn’t wait to rip it off. I definitely threw away some money in those early days, no doubt about it. It got pretty discouraging. I almost just gave up and resigned myself to being a t-shirt and jeans gal forever – and not even the cool, effortless kind.
Here’s what I was messing up, I think:
- Stuff just didn’t fit: Too tight here, too baggy there. It was a nightmare.
- Colors were tricky: What looked fab on someone else made me look like I hadn’t slept in a week.
- Felt like a costume: I’d put something on and just not feel like myself. Super awkward.
Figuring Things Out, Bit by Bit
Then, I had a sort of “aha!” moment, small as it was. Instead of trying to make myself look like those online pictures, I started to actually think about what I genuinely liked and what felt good on my actual body. I went through my closet and pulled out the few things I truly loved wearing, even if they weren’t trendy. And I asked myself, why do I keep reaching for these? Most of the time, it was the feel of the fabric, or the cut just worked, or it was just plain easy to wear and still made me feel okay.
So, my whole “Lynn fashion” mission kind of changed. It wasn’t about chasing every new fad anymore. It became more about slowly finding good quality clothes that I could wear in lots of different ways, that were comfy, but also had a little something, you know? I started really looking for:
- Good solid basics: T-shirts that weren’t paper-thin, jeans that actually fit me right (that took forever!), a couple of nice, cozy sweaters.
- Understanding my own shape: This was huge! Figuring out what styles of clothes actually looked decent on me, rather than just what everyone else was wearing.
- The little things: A nice scarf, or a simple necklace. Even just making sure my shoes were clean. It’s funny how much difference those small details can make.
I also got brave enough to actually go into stores and try things on again, instead of just clicking “buy” online. Feeling the material, seeing how it moved with me – it really helped. And I learned not to get too hung up on the size number on the tag. If it fit well and I felt good in it, that was the main thing.
Still Learning, Still Going
So, am I some kind of fashion guru now? Oh, definitely not. My “Lynn fashion” is still a work in progress, for sure. Some days I feel like I’ve got it, and other days, well, it’s back to “good enough” and that’s okay too. But the biggest change is that I actually think about it now, and I mostly enjoy putting an outfit together in the morning. It’s not about trying to impress anyone else. It’s just about feeling a bit better in my own skin, in my own clothes. And honestly, that feeling has been worth all the fumbling around. It wasn’t some overnight transformation, more like chipping away at it, one piece of clothing, one idea at a time. But I guess that’s how you learn anything real, isn’t it?
