I can’t get dressed. It’s been a bit of a nightmare, given the persistently cold New York temperature, to walk to work naked each morning as a result of my lack of motivation, but when you give up, you really give up, you know?
It’s no one’s fault, of course. My clothes are doing a great job. (I love you, boots. I’m sorry I said that earlier. You’re the coolest cowboys on the ranch.) The weather, meanwhile, is just being weather, going about its day. The problem, the root of it, is that I’m sick of getting dressed FOR the winter. It’s about me, you see. I just have to change my negative thinking.
The solution, I’ve discovered (bit of a Band-Aid on the cranky wound, if we’re being honest, but it’s helping), is to plan the outfits I want to wear come spring by scrolling through Instagram — both my feed and saved folder archives — and beginning to think about who my persona could be this garden season.
I could be the kind of person who dresses up for Mondays.
In the best version of spring me, I’d wake up early enough to go to the gym, shower, AND wash my hair, then, instead of throwing on whatever, I’d be like, “Oh, how convenient! I just happen to have the world’s prettiest, most simultaneously low-key and elegant tank top lying around, begging to be tucked into this super easy white skirt that I’d pair with a gold necklace like whatever,” and run out the door in a casual jiffy.
I could stop talking about clashing prints and finally do it.
I clash prints and colors whenever I style for Man Repeller, but I can’t seem to do so on myself. I think that’s because, since I haven’t established print-clashing as my personal thing, because it isn’t inherently “me,” it makes me feel like I’m trying too hard? But so what! Maybe this spring I want to try hard! BRING ON THE CLASHING.
I could wear all black and not have PR flashbacks.
My very first official job was in public relations. When we worked events, we had to wear all-black. Ever since I left PR, I’ve had a hard time shaking the connotation. Wearing the color head-to-toe instantly made me feel like I was working, even though I love the look on others. One of my best friends works in PR, and every time I see her dressed in her professional monochromatics, I remark, “You look so chic!” And she does. It’s a classic for a reason. So anyway, this spring is the spring I get over myself and embrace the official uniform of New Yorkers and chic people everywhere.
I could become a plan-far-in-advance kind of woman.
As in, I could skip spring mentally and plan straight ahead to the sweet spot of summer — you know, where you can wear a swimsuit outside without getting 5 o’clock leg shadow from goosebumps, but still wear a coverup without sweating, even just for the sake of a photo.
I’d also like to be the kind of woman who wears her utterly superfluous accessories to the pool!
I could also keep on keepin’ on and not change much.
I’m basically wearing the winter version of this outfit while I type this sentence, but the outfit above looks so much fresher. It’s a nice reminder that, while all these potential personas are fun (and I’m likely to try them out as a result), I don’t have to go topple a table over just to get through the last bit of winter wardrobe woes. Swapping in a polo for a sweater — plus a scarf (plus black mesh gloves???) will very likely do the trick.
Tell me about your spring outfits. I’d like to bookmark more, please!