My entire high school career, I managed to avoid "the uniform." No plaid skirts, no white button-downs, no khakis, no polo shirts. I got to wear whatever I wanted, except for when I tried to pull off a Blink-182 concert t-shirt. I was told to go home and change.
I guess that's why I resisted the idea of having a go-to, a style uniform, for so long. I didn't want to be pigeonholed. I am woman, I can't be tamed, I can't be limited. I will wear what I want, when I want, where I want. I don't need no stinkin' uniform.
Except that we create our uniform styles without trying. It happens as naturally as breathing. We like grey t-shirts, we end up with a wardrobe full of them. We're drawn toward shiny objects, and poof - all of our jackets have embellishments on them. We like skinny jeans of a particular wash, we can't get away from Nike Runs, we favor long necklaces with charms, or collarbone-grazing pendants. And suddenly, a uniform is born.
A white t-shirt. Baggy jeans. Brown sandals. Layered necklaces. This is what I look like on Saturdays.
What does your go-to outfit look like?