I started this blog a little over five years ago…and thought about it for six months before that. I was tired of always being a schlub.

Noun[edit]

schlub (plural schlubs)

  1. (chiefly US, informal) A person who is clumsy, oafish, or socially awkward, or unattractive or unkempt.

I was fat and lazy and slobby.

I’m STILL fat and lazy and pretty slobby. The difference now is that I don’t care. Ha ha.

Not that I don’t care what I look like. I just don’t care so much what OTHER people think about what I look like.

I’ve spent the past 5ish years on a style journey. Six years ago I HAD no style. I just had a closetful of clothes. Some fit well, some didn’t. Some went with other things in the closet, some didn’t. I just bought things I liked…and hoped they’d look good with other things I liked.

I think we all know that doesn’t work so well.

I went through several years with Gwynnie Bee, on a clothing rental adventure. It was fun and revealing. I got to try so many different things – things I would probably have never even looked at, let alone tried on or tried to work into my wardrobe. That really helped me get a sense of what worked on my body and what didn’t. What I LIKED to wear and what I didn’t.

I took off the GB training wheels a couple years back and continued, through trial and error, narrowing down What My Style Is. And in the past year, year-and-a-half I feel like I really nailed it. I had found a “look” I liked, was able to find items that fit me, yahoo.

If you’ve been following me for awhile you know about my recent obsession with “boy looks.” Sort of mannish, preppy, tailored but casual looks. This style made me feel pulled together without being “girly” or fussy.

But THEN…whether as a result of covid (#workfromhome), or my age, or just relaxing into it all…I kind of went a step FURTHER…towards more of a 90s grunge, skateboard kind of look (more about this in Friday’s post!). Loose-fitting clothes, lots of layers, hoodies, baggy shirts worn open over tees and dresses…SCHLUBBY. And I LIKE it!

I have come full circle! It took me five+ years to get right back to where I started…BUT. There’s a difference. I no longer feel “unattractive and unkempt” (I just love the word unkempt). Now I feel confident and comfortable. And happy with how I look.

I think the moral of the story is: “clothes don’t make the (wo)man. The woman makes the clothes!”

It’s not about the CLOTHES. It’s about how you FEEL in the clothes.