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28. Would you say you “know what you like” in the area of fashion and clothing? If so, do you also know what you like in other areas of life, that is, are you generally good at discernment? Can you say where your discernment comes from, if you have it? Or if you don’t have it, why or why not?
I know what I like, but what I like is very varied. It's partly instinctual, partly learned and partly accepted over a period of exposure to a certain thing. Something grows on me through repetition. Opinions are something I constantly worry about, like how they can separate people irreparably. But for some reason this doesn't extend to clothes, which I feel very strongly and independently about, most of the time.
Yes, I do know what I like. That's what I always say when I talk about wine and books. There's way to much out there to call myself an expert but I can certainly speak with knowledge about the things that I like.
I’m *usually* pretty good with clothes. At least I think I am. I am a good shopper. That makes me feel very materialistic. But I can go to a thrift shop and search by fabric first, then fit and find great stuff. Plus, I grew up, um, with only hand me downs for the first 12 years of my life, so I’m a bargain hunter.
Tailoring really works. You always read that in fashion magazines, but it’s true. Because it’s really just poorly fitting clothes that look bad. Everyone's body is beautiful.
I feel like I’m a good judge of character.
Of course this is all dependent. When I have been depressed, I have looked like shit, dressed like shit.
But usually, even when I’m depressed or sad or homicidal, I still look pretty good. Sometimes I feel like the more "put together" I am, the more I'm really falling apart.
The artifice saves me. If I feel like I look good, I can get through the day.
When I was recovering from postpartum depression, I had nothing else going on and I was super frustrated and I just decided that ALL I was going to do was try to look like a rock star. I got Debbie Harry hair from 1979 (platinum top, black ends) and paid a lot of attention to what I wore. It was a simple goal, and shallow, perhaps. But in terms of that “fake it til you make” philosophy, it worked.
I "know what I like" when it comes to clothing and most things. This discernment is probably rooted in my temperament. I’m most successful in zones of comfort/familiarity, and I have a tendency to play things safe. When I open myself up to something I love, I’m confident and loyal, but I take risks in baby steps (if such a statement is even possible). My clothing choices certainly evolve--and sometimes contradict one another--but I rarely go out on a limb. The quiet upside is that I almost never feel like I’ve made a “mistake.”
I am incredibly picky. Or finicky. Or whatever you want to call it. I am keenly aware of my likes and dislikes and never short on strong opinions in clothes and other areas. I don't know where it comes from but my mother rolls her eyes at me often in this regard, which makes me think I've been this way forever.