It's the middle of winter here in the big I.L. and I have to say I'm ready for some summer. Although this season's winter fashions are better than ones of the past, I feel myself looking to the sky and tapping my foot till the sun breaks through. This weekend is Style Max here in Chicago and I honestly could not be more excited. What fun trends await us? Here in the Midwest, us fashionistas gotta make do with what the Big East and Wild West send our way. Being the step child of style isn't ideal, but with where we're situated, it's a fact of fashion. The is my favorite Style Max to work in, because its all about looking forward. It's debuting a brand new season and brand new ideas.
And when you're feeling like everything is the same, something brand new jump-starts the heart.
In a few weeks, the day after Valentine's Day to be precise, my boyfriend will begin his officer duty in the U.S. Air Force. I never pictured myself in this position. I've done the distance dance before and while it's completely doable, its also exhausting. Instead of looking up new fashion blogs, I'm looking up air force bases. I'm joining support groups instead of book clubs. I'm spending every precious moment with him instead of a more balanced existence. It's not easy but I would not change a thing.
I think what startles me the most is that I've never been the one left behind before. I've always been the one leaving. I grew up moving around the U.S (as I've mentioned in past posts) and for me, the goodbyes always meant a long car ride to the next big adventure. The thrill of newness is a roller coaster, but I guess I forgot that the ride is about the screams, but also the moments needed to catch your breath. You can't spend your life screaming upside down...and you can't stay upright...you just have to stay in motion. The comfort of familiarity warms my spirit like nothing else. Saying goodbye and staying behind is my new adventure, minus the car ride. Right now my roller coaster is creeping up the mountain. And I'm craving that next big thrill.
Life and fashion aren't so different. There's the memories you hang onto with the same grip you use to cling to that vintage pendant or faded pair of jeans. You wear them throughout your life, and they sustain you while you're searching for your next style swerve. They enhance your outfit and give you that same glow that comes from knowing real love. They're the sentimental pieces, the ones that the moment they represent matter more than the piece itself. They're the pieces you received when you were screaming.
Fashion, unlike most things in this crazy world, is self propelling. It wants to grow and it cannot be restrained to some dull sense of normalcy. Fashion keeps us in motion even when we're tempted to try and be still. It craves the unknown with its flips and turns, always pulling us back onto the ride... even it if means waiting in line.