So this isn’t so much a post about fashions of the eighties as it is “What an octogenarian would wear”. Seriously, I realize that I’m one small fabric square away from having no skin at all visible. I started to get a little concerned when Laura Ingalls called and said, “Hey Serene, ya wanna loosen up a bit? Geez! What are you? PIONEER GIRL?” So I post this with the full understanding that my followship among eighty year old fashion bloggers is momentarily going to go through the roof.
But all this skin covering got me thinking about how much modesty plays in my fashion choices and the choices of other style-o-philes. It’s not something that I mention often, but for ten years I was a fundamental Baptist and did not wear pants or any dress above (or even AT) my knee. I wasn’t a child; I was an adult that made this choice for myself. This outfit would have fit right in. When I first started wearing pants and basically WHATEVER I wanted again, it felt so strange. First off, I was scared I’d get in trouble! With who? I don’t know. Secondly, it felt like everyone was looking at me. They weren’t, but I just felt that way. Imagine TEN YEARS having such a narrow choice of wardrobe….it was liberating when I let go of these restrictions; even with my own aforementioned angsts.
I’ve always been modest by nature. The thought of losing my top in public will send me into palpitations! Working at a gym, I’ve seen women have accidental wardrobe malfunctions. My best friend almost lost her top in Group Power one evening! I. WOULD. DIE!!!! If it ever happened to me; I’m gone! The only thing left of me there would be a vague remembrance of a woman who used to work there who had one boob slip and then was never seen or heard from again. A recurring theme of many a nightmare of mine centers around public (I almost had a type-o there….talk about a Freudian slip!) nudity. So maybe that’s why it was easy for me to pick up that very stringent religious lifestyle.
Now, I enjoy wearing whatever I want with no guilt or concern that my God does not love me or that He’s up there in Heaven shaking his head in disappointment. But modesty STILL plays a part in my wardrobe choices. It’s just one of those things like background music. I’m not acutely aware of it; but it’s just a part of my esthetic. I see other fashion bloggers wearing some really short skirts and looking beautiful in them. The strange thing is; I can look at THEM and the question of modesty never enters my mind. But when I see something along the same lines on me; I feel absolutely UNDRESSED!
Would love to hear from any of you if modesty comes into play at all in your fashion choices.
By the way, it's all thrifted!