I am probably one of the worst people to have a style blog. I’m serious. I know nothing about fashion. I know colors, patterns, designs and what I like, but I couldn’t tell you anything about fashion if my life depended on it, other than the fact that my sister adores Alexander McQueen, I think Betsy Johnson is a genius and I love Kate Spade’s designs.
That’s about all I’ve got.
I can sew, kinda of, if I have to, but I’m not nearly as talented as my mother. She made the dress I wore in my very first outfit post.
But the real reason why I’m the worst person to have a style blog? I hate magazines.
Yup. Deep breaths, everyone, deep breaths.
I understand the work that goes into them, the time they take to create and all that, but I feel like they’re exactly like that scene out of The Devil Wears Prada where Stanley Tucci explains how the color of the sweater (cerulean, my favorite crayon, btw), was hand-picked by the people in that room for the high-end fashions, then trickled down into the mass fashions where she picked that poly-blend out of dollar bin. Or something like that.
I will never be “that girl,” who sits at home on a Friday night, devouring the new September Vogue magazine. Why? I just don’t find myself inspired by them at all, because all I can think when I flip through the pages is “why is this ‘call for pricing?’ Why is this $3,000?! Who has an extra $3,000 to spend on a jacket!?” And that’s when I get a little mad.
As I’ve said before, and I’ll say again and again, I am on a budget. I may admire a $3,000 coat, or hell, even a $200 coat, but I’ll never purchase it. My luckiest (and happiest) purchase in recent times was buying a $169 Anthropologie dress for $45. Yeah. That was awesome.
But, again, I understand why a magazine will put in Stella McCartney pants instead of Forever 21 or Zara pants. I mean, I get it, but I don’t have to like it. And, I will admit, sometimes the headlines will suck me in when they promote “100 items under $50” or whatever, but I’ve noticed even that has changed! So instead of magazines showing me accessible fashions, they’re showing me the high-end, unobtainable (for me) fashions.
So, instead of buying or reading magazines (which I do a few times a year, although I always find myself really disappointed with my choices), I read fashion and style blogs. Let me tell you, blogs are so much more inspiring to me than a magazine any day! Magazines seem to cater to one group: tall, thin, attractive, with overflowing bank accounts. But blogs, ah! Blogs are every size, shape, color and price point we want them to be, because we make them.
To me, magazines are an unnecessary purchase that I make, that make me think I need to own this or that, and attempt to force styles that might not fit their body type on the general population. It’s like the quote above: fashion is what we’re all offered, but style is what you make of it.
And blogs are nothing but pure style of that writer, or group of writers (in some cases).
So, what the heck is my point? Keep that inspiration coming, ladies and gentlemen. (If you want the dorky answer, blogs > magazines. Yeah, I went there. It’s the only part of high school math I remember).