I have been complimented a ton lately on things I'm wearing. I accept the compliments with grace, but they shock me every single time. I tend to like things that others find tacky or ridiculous. I tend to err on the side of fun. I sometimes wonder if the compliments are not simply because I always have a smile on my face and am just a good person, moreso than the fact than they really like my thrift store skirt paired with Converse.
I love weird print tees, and wacky zany print blouses. I love ruffles and full skirts and all things frilly. I LOVE western shirts and dark jeans. I wait with baited breath for winter when I can put on a scarf and a sweater. I wear things that make me happy, and maybe that's why it outwardly appears as if I have some semblance of style, when really that's not the case at all.
I just purchased two petticoats to go under some of my vintage dresses. I love a twirly full skirt paired with a ridiculously high, high heel that makes me so tall I can peer over the heads of most people. I sometimes like a modern dress that I can't afford, so I search and find one similar in my price range. I love finding a treasure in a thrift store, which is getting harder and harder now that the "cool" kids who teased me in high school for wearing old used clothes, have decided that vintage is in.
I find that I don't care what someone is wearing, but am drawn to people who are obviously wearing something because it is inherently THEM. I can see a dress on one woman and think, "That looks odd" and the same dress on another woman and think it's gorgeous. It's more in someone trying to pull something off because someone told them they should, rather than wearing what they truly love.
I just saw a fabulous young lady yesterday in a skirt, cardigan, and red glasses and yelled out, "You are too damn cute little lady!" and she got the biggest smile on her face. That's the most important thing to remember. When you see someone who looks great, tell them. Even if you don't know them. Tell someone they are cute today!
If I see a man in a western shirt it doesn't really matter what he looks like, I immediatley love him.
Here's a picture of a shirt I have that I really like. Maybe I should've just made a whole post about western shirts.