I admit it. I am a fashionista at heart. You may not think it by looking at me, but really, I am. Secretly, that is.
I think we get it from our dad, this inclination toward fashion. Ever since I can remember, my dad has always styled his hair (a la Elvis Presley) and he always takes careful consideration in putting together his outfits, from shirt to pants to belt to shoes. Simply speaking, he is the metrosexual male of his generation.
My mom on the other hand, is more casual about dressing up, BUT she will get her eyebrows and eyeliner tattooed... SO, the point I was trying to make, in short, is that my fashionista side (aka vanity) is really a family thing. Must be in the genes.
The Dilemma: I can't let my inner fashion sense out of the closet! Let me explain to you why.
First of all, I live in a third world country where the gap between rich (even middle class) and poor is as wide as Mt. Everest is high.
In a poor county where even our President caused tongues to wag when he used his own moolah (he comes from a rich family, yes) to purchase a 2nd hand Porsche, what more the regular middle class Joe or Jane?
Restraint is the key word here. We have to exercise restraint and balance. Too much show is really just that - a show. So in exercising restraint, it's about expressing your personal style for yourself and not about showing off.
I have to also consider safety (mine, that is) as my office is located in Chinatown, crossroads to all types of people and vehicular transportation, among other things.
Here, anybody wearing anything that is not the norm of t-shirt and jeans may:
a) cause an even bigger traffic scene than the current norm and/or
b) identify the person as a potential holdup target by the various street hooligans.
Did I also mention the road conditions? There is no such thing as a sidewalk in Chinatown. Neither is there anything resembling a normally smoothly paved road for either vehicles or pedestrians. Numerous unidentifiable or unnameable items litter your path and, in the event of rain, well, let's not even consider the tragedy that may bring to your beloved shoes and bottoms.
So, getting to the point: with the above challenges, how does a closet fashionista cope?
I'm curious what you guys think and am open to hearing your suggestions! Share your ideas!