Have you ever attempted to define your personal style?
If an armed maniac poked a weapon in my back and ordered me to explain my style, I would (after checking out her shoes) stutter nervously before yelling out “CLASSIC WITH A BOHEMIAN TWIST!” Then she would look me up and down, all skeptical like, and say “Really?!” with her nose scrunched up in utter confusion.
I don’t know about you, but my fashion Pinterest board (ie my style in my head) and my real life wardrobe tell two totally different stories. While Pinterest tells the tale of classic lines, layers and funky accessories, meeting me in person would whisper something totally different in your ear. In fact, I may or may not be wearing a v-neck t-shirt with evidence of someone’s meal across one boob (I would blame the kids, but let’s get real. It could just as easily be mine) and a pair of denim cutoffs with a serious hole threatening to burst in the crotch. This also may or may not pretty much be my summer wardrobe.
How is it possible to have such a major disconnect between what you like and what you actually look like you like?