sometimes the clothes do not make the woman
finding myself through my outfits + some things I'm bringing into this upcoming solar return
I specifically waited to send this out until after the first week of 2024 so it wouldn’t get bogged down by the constant stream of “New year, new you!” subject lines in everyone’s inbox. As a person, I tend to stand out so I would like my newsletter to do the same.
2024 has some good omens, I feel the energy circulating. My annual prediction from co-star was “turn your middle school diary into a movie script.” Quite literally no one would want to read or watch that, but the sentiment stands. Things are right around the corner. This is about to be a really creative year for me, I can feel it, so I hope you’ll stick around for the ride.
xoxo, VP
My quest began with an LF sweater out of the bargain bin. It was a blue / green / purple pattern and oversized just the right amount to be “cute” and comfortable.
Even as an eighth grader, this sweater felt like the key to finding my personal style. No one at school had anything even close to it. This sweater was everything I wanted wear in one perfect piece, it looked like something every girl on Tumblr would have. Perfect for my aesthetic.
The giant v-shaped cutout in the back only made it that much better.
When my mother bought it for me, I don’t remember her saying anything about wearing something underneath to cover up the insane amount of exposed back. Forget about showing off a bra, it was genuinely just an impractical garment. A sweater is supposed to be warm; the airflow in from that thing was akin to wearing a crochet coverup on the beach. It didn’t matter. My confidence in that sweater skyrocketed. No one could touch me, I felt like myself.
I wore a stretchy bandeau under it, a ribbed sugar lips black one, to be exact. It was a miracle I had one so I didn’t have to compromise the look of it with a tank top. That would have thrown the entire vibe off.
But I wore that sweater to eighth grade, bandeau to the wind. Looking back on this, I was slut shamed for wearing this sweater and I STILL regret giving it away. It was one of the few things I remember ever buying that felt like my style.
Isn’t that the point of “Fashion?” To wear what makes you feel good? To be unapologetically yourself in the clothes that you’re wearing? Everyone made fun of me for liking that sweater, and to this day I only remember how much I liked it.
That’s a rare feeling for me. As I transition from nineteen to 25-year-old-teenager, my wardrobe is really just a hodgepodge of stuff I’ve had since college, things from thrift stores I just had to buy, work clothes and sweats. Sometimes, with the constant inundation of trends and what other people find cool, the line between what I actually want to wear and what’s popular can appear blurred. Plus, shopping these days is a choice between ethically made and expensive, thrifted and not guaranteed, or kill the planet but not your bank account. Not to mention the drastic fuckery of women’s clothing sizes.
Normally I’m a size ten shoe, but not always. There are exceptions to this, like my Saucony running shoes (10.5) or my Diadoras (9.5). Pants from Aritiza have to be AT LEAST a size ten to simply pull up past my butt, while size six jeans from Frame are just right, if not a little roomy. A medium top from the gap is huge, but a 3XL rainbow sweater thrifted from L Train fits exactly how I want it to. Sweatpants have to be extra large, while size small leggings from Athleta are sometimes - but not always - too big on me. Curating and shopping for myself is a demoralizing routine of buying and returning, or wearing and eventually giving away.
It’s a deterrent to get dressed, which is a shame for someone like me who strives to express myself in my clothes. You’ve all seen my green clogs. Nothing makes me happier than liking my outfit. That’s getting harder and harder these days. Take the ballet flat craze that was everywhere this past fall. I am the least dainty person I’ve ever met in my life. Everything I do makes noise, it’s loud, I stomp and clomp and raise my voice. Ballet flats are the last shoe I’m going to ever wear.
But that’s okay. 2024 brought an onslaught of resolutions; be more active, watch more movies (ironic, I know.) However, one that I am really trying to achieve is to dress better. That doesn’t mean more on trend, it doesn’t mean spending more on expensive designers. I want to buy more consciously, more effectively. Actively choose clothes that fit, feel good, and make me feel like my eighth grade self in that sweater. Light as the air that flowed through the back.
Other things I’m trying to do in 2024:
Listen to more podcasts. I started listening to Celebrity Memoir Book Club after I read Britney’s book. I can’t recommend it enough. Plus, I met Ashley at Brooklyn Standard and she was so nice I hope I see her again.
Get at least 20 minutes of outside time. In the mornings I don’t go to work, I’m really trying to get outside before I log on for the day. When I am at the office I’m trying to get outside to walk during lunch. I’m less focused on the exercise element and more on the Vitamin D element. Wear that SPF!
Puzzles: Less screen time. More puzzles. Brian got me a 1000 piecer that I can’t wait to dive into.
Dry January: I’m eleven days in and so far so good. Don’t pressure me to stop now, that’s so lame of you if you do.
Fashivly: On my quest to find my personal style, I invested in a personal style guide from Fashivly. I can’t recommend it enough, it was such a fun and exciting process. You can book one yourself and get personalized recommendations based on what you already wear. You can even send them items you’re having trouble styling and they will help you!!! I love you, Ashlyn + Tanna! You are the best. I will be booking my next one for summer fits very soon, the fall ones popped off. DM / comment if you want to see my looks!
Also just a side note: I do not have a picture of the infamous sweater, but one of my friends will, maybe they’ll send it to me once they read this and I can post it on my notes page which I’ve just started to learn how to use! Follow me if you’re a user on Substack! 💘
Post the fits 👏