For the most part,
this blog does not focus on fashion. I appreciate good style but by no means am
I a “fashionista.” I’m more excited about finding the perfect throw for our
apartment than finding the perfect graphic black & white ensemble for
spring. (In fact, I just looked up current fashion trends on InStyle.com,
to confirm that B&W is in.)
That being said, I
like to think I have good taste J My mother says I dress like my late Grandmother
Elly. I take that as a compliment, even though my mom really does think I dress
like a grandma. Long gone are my college days of wearing barely there spandex
halter tops. Now I dress strictly for comfort, with the occasional (i.e. when attending a wedding) night out teetering
on stilettos.
But whereas in the
past dressing for nights out meant trying really hard, these days I just
aim to look put-together. Sometimes that means I dress in head to toe preppy;
on other occasions I look more bohemian. And most days I just wear jeans and a
tee or long-sleeved variation. (Really it just depends on which items of
clothing are currently clean.)
My coworkers sum up
my style as Californian, which I take to mean no-frills. I mix high-end
items with cheaper pieces. Occasionally I’ll wear a statement accessory or a
couple of delicate necklaces, but I’m not big on big-time accessorizing. I
believe in investing in a few key items I’ll have forever, for example a Vince
leather jacket I’ve had for over ten years, a handful of fancy blouses my
friends must be so sick of seeing me in throughout the past decade and
designer handbags.
Enter:
Louis. But first, there was Coach. And then Kate Spade. And Prada. And now,
Louis Vuitton. Throughout my late teenage years and early adulthood, I’ve taken
to brand-name handbags and totes. The right ones never go out of style. And
they dress up any jeans and t-shirt ensemble.
Recently I had an internal
conflict regarding my Louis Vuitton “Neverfull” bag. The LV Neverfull is a
really expensive handbag I bought a few years back, when I was in a more
lucrative but less fulfilling job. I had recently been promoted. And I wanted
to upgrade from my fading brown woven leather Banana Republic “work bag” which
mimicked the Bottega Veneta style. I wanted a real-deal classic designer tote
for both business and pleasure. And I gave myself that gift.
Then, my
circumstances changed. I went from magazine marketer to fashion house social
media manager to SAHG to yoga instructor and yoga advisor. And here’s the rub.
Yogis don’t carry LV carryalls. Yogis don’t advertise brand name monograms or
signature prints. It’s an unspoken rule. My fellow yoga professionals all tote
around no-name leather satchels and the like. And I had wanted to fit in. So
during my yoga teacher training and throughout my first months working as a
yoga advisor I left the LV at home. I didn’t want to attract the wrong kind of
attention. I didn’t want to be that girl.
Then recently, it hit
me. Who cares? Anyone – especially a fellow yogi – who judges me for sporting
an LV bag has her own bag of problems. Yoga is all about non-judgment, until it
comes to investing in designer fashion accessories it seems. Well I’m here to
break the mold. There should be no mold. And if there is, I’m fine not fitting into
it.
[Me & My Louis Neverfull] |
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