For someone who is particularly good with drastic change, I’m a major creature of habit. I’ve gone from living in Reno, NV with a population of 300,000, to living in Shanghai, China, with a population of 19 million, effortlessly. I’ve gone from having amplified red hair for five years, to having blonde the next day without a flinch. But my wardrobe? That’s a whole different story. While my style and clothes are constantly evolving, I tend to stick to similar styles.
For the longest time I was really pushing the black and white stripe/polka dot/ and cheetah print threshold. Actually, I still am. The other day while shopping, I managed to go into the fitting room with four pairs of black and white pants, and come out with two being winners. I felt like a shmuck having to explain to my mother “but this one is a trouser and this one is a pair of jeans,” *Ok, Jillian*. Personally, I see nothing wrong with this, a little redundant maybe, but I remain enthusiastic none-the-less.
I’m becoming a firm believer that having an eye for a specific thing adds for a little more consistency in your life. For the most part, I am a consistent person. My reaction, thoughts, and attitudes towards things are relatively predictable. My clothes and the objects that surround me are of the same bird. Going outside of my norm is healthy, but only to certain extent. At some point, you’re no longer dressed like yourself, your dressed like some uncomfortable looking doppelganger of yourself that probably shouldn’t have left the house. So perhaps having a wardrobe filled with bold patterns and monochromatic colors adds to my being consistent? After all, a polka dot never hurt anybody, right?
Do you find yourself buying the same stuff over and over?