Sometimes you work through things without realizing it. I read or heard somewhere that the part of our brain some claim we “aren’t using” is actually processing and analyzing information subconsciously. So those light bulb moments aren’t random happenstance, they’re more like the kitchen timer going off! I think it’s pretty fascinating that I can actively ponder something and when I get distracted or hungry or whatever and switch my active focus, my brain continues to mull things over. And it does that until it figures something out, at which point it shoots the message to the front of my attention and I feel like a genius!
This is a story about that. It’s highly personal and one of those things I'm a little scared to share because it's long and there aren't many pictures. It’s also one of those things I felt I had to share. So I am.
I talked about the different methods I experimented with when trying to come up with a capsule wardrobe a little while ago. The Wardrobe Architect was one of those methods. I glossed over it then because I didn’t think it had made that much of an impact on me.
But then, the other day–when I was having a bomb curl day–I was thinking about how I didn’t always love my curls. How sometime between ages nine and ten, I decided my curls were uncool. How I actually really hated and resented them for a long time and kind of resented my mom for wanting me to have this wild hair (she always told me she specifically asked God to give me curls).
And I sat there and asked myself where the turning point was. Like what made me go from hating my hair to cherishing it?
Part of it was definitely my sister. She has hair equally as curly as mine and she started rocking her curls in their amazing glory when she moved away to college.
Part of it was my best friend. She found herself a curl wizard and convinced me that mainstream haircuts were probably the reason my hair wasn’t looking good without a flat iron.
Part of it was the Wardrobe Architect Project.
Week one of the Wardrobe Architect asks you to really hone in on the things you want to highlight about yourself through your clothing. I went back and read the post again this week and it got me thinking about how I choose to represent my cultural heritage through style and fashion. The project is supposed to last a full year, but of course I tried to speed my way through it when I last visited the site.
At the time, I remember thinking my love of huarache sandals and my tendency to layer lots of woven bracelets were how I expressed my culture. But the question about reflecting my cultural heritage in my style managed to open an intense can of worms.