It’s pouring (somewhere). You’re getting your period. You’re beginning to think about stepping into oncoming traffic because you’ve recently reasoned that if a cab hit you–you sort of wouldn’t mind it. But what the hell is that about?
I know what you’re thinking–it’s just one of those days, Leandra. Blah.
I get it, I’ve been there, hell–yesterday almost left me wondering what I should do first: fork my eyeballs out or slowly pull my fingernails off their nail beds. (Naturally, I settled on fingernails first because I needed vision to properly pull but then again, also never got around to acting on the bout of masochism masquerading as a pick-me-up.)
No more, though.
I will not allow the evil devil residing over my left shoulder, clad head to toe in black patent leather Givenchy (don’t let the good clothes fool you), beguilingly tell me to feed the blah to win. I’m not quite sure what exactly amounts for the blah. It’s probably a combination of things that result in the culmination of the three aforementioned scenarios but dressing blah only nurtures the blah so today on TMR, we take a break from nourishing our misery, let clothing do its job and snap us the hell (pun so intended) out of it.
The way I see it, if clothing harbors the power to change our identities, there is absolutely no way it doesn’t also maintain the power to change our moods, too. But how?
I’m so glad you ask. Here are two tactics that often work for me:
Ask yourself this–what is the last thing you put on that made you feel really, really great about yourself? Was that ultimately about the clothes or your state of mind?
Don’t try to answer that – it’s a trick question. The answer is state of mind because of the clothes. Now put that outfit back on. Wear it. Or just traipse through your apartment in it until it’s time to leave and you’ve resolved a sequined mermaid gown is probably not your best bet for a Wednesday morning pow wow with the DMV.
No one else?
Another strategy goes as follows: think of your three favorite articles of clothing. These could be any garments that run a range from dresses, skirts, jackets and naturally spill over into shoes and so forth. Try pairing them all together. In the instance documented above I went with one blue striped, short sleeved, boatneck Sacai dress, topped it off with a metallic Dries van Noten blazer and a pair of Alexander Wang shoes that date as far back as this blog does. The purse is a banana-festooned pouch by Lizzie Fortunato and it constantly reminds me why I got into blogging in the first place–because fashion doesn’t have to be serious to be really, really good.
And see, the other nice thing that tends to happen with this approach is that you turn out pairing things together you never would have and find yourself quite pleased with the outcome.
Now, in case you’re wondering, my blah be gone, which makes it your turn to give this a try.