I’ve always been a little fashion-forward, which translate into looking weird for 2-12 months until reaching a redemption nobody notices unless you create a blog.
Nearly 15 years ago, I was wearing skinny brown pants and knee-high boots in the halls of UVA’s hospital. Many a person asked where I was going horseback riding after class, yet they have all since rocked that very outfit in its multiple leggings/skinny jeans permutations without jumping on a steed.
More recently on this very blog, I broke out of my brown hair rut with blue mermaid hair and sifted through some rude, in-real-life comments throughout winter 2011 until Katy Perry followed suit three months later.
I will admit that once I hit my mid thirties, I assumed the trendsetting part of my brain had been eaten by lack of sleep and self-imposed stress. I attempted to accept my new place as barely-sure-if-this-is-acceptable-but-I-am-doing-it-anyway, purple hat, old lady-ness by not knowing booties weren’t just for shaking and accidentally wearing slippers to pick up my kids from school.
I never stopped having fashion hopes and dreams though:
With the start of swim season I keep waiting for the Cosmo article: Pubes Are In!
— Alex Iwashyna (@L8enough) May 27, 2013
As it turns out, I only had seven months to wait. Now it is in the new American Apparels mannequins, The New York Times, Cameron Diaz’s book, and The Guardian, who declared 2014: The Year of The Bush.
While I may not get picked up for many style posts, I got enough going on to let Cosmo know I’m happy to write the next trendsetting article. I’m thinking acne and gray hair for the win.