I recently read the book "The Gospel According to Coco Chanel" by Karen Karbo. It explains life lessons from the world's most elegant woman, AKA Coco Chanel. In conclusion I have learned that Coco, yes we are on a first name basis, is a bad ass. Bottom line, this girl knew her stuff. She might not have been the first to put women's fashion on the map, but she was by far the best.
The thing about Coco was that she knew her style inside and out. She didn't waiver in the face of fame, and that is what, I believe, kept her so strong.
Yes, over the years the face of Chanel has been through waivers with designer changes, but her collectable pieces have always remained the same. Tweed coats and mounds of pearls will always been a statement made by Chanel.
And this is where I wonder, where does my true style lay? I have always been very strong in my clothing choices, saving lunch money to buy a shirt or skirt was the norm for my childhood years. But if you look at my style over time it seems correct to think "This girl is a hot mess."
From prep to punk and back again. There was a period that I wore matching bows in my hair with every outfit. Please forgive me Style Gods, I was young! And then college came, though I was never fooled by Nike shorts and oversized tees I was a sucker for sheer everything. Not even Platos Closet had enough liking for my bags full of see through tops and skirts. And now, back in Austin I scrounge the streets for the best indie digs a boho babe can find.
What does this mean for my being? Am I am sucker for the latest trend? Am I not the individual that I once thought? Will I ever recover from a life of following the trend? Please Coco, help me to become more like you, a goddess of fashion who can forever wear what makes me feel good, no matter the looks at hand.
Yours truly, A fashion faux pas
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