Good on the planet, good on me.

Wherein I realize that being both fashion forward and fashion conscious can happen at the same time.

“Remember this: No one is looking at your imperfections; they’re all too busy worrying about their own.” Isaac Mizrahi

That question: Does this make me look [fat, short, squat, crazy, cool, your special fashion-fear here]? It’s so common. So insidious because it’s a collection of words that exposes our rough seams. The frayed edges we want to keep the world from seeing.

For a tiny little while now I’ve been finishing that question with age-inappropriate. Which is a loaded two-word hyphenate I’ll be approaching to some degree like an ornery unicorn with a toothache in these writings. But there’s another way I’ve been turning that question on its head, which is really going to be the main focus of these writings: Does this make me look conscious? As in, does what I’m displaying on my body make the planet look good too?

I love fashion with a passion unabashed. But maybe more I should say I love style. The individual kind. The definition that suggests a person has some interesting ideas about how to express themself through their clothes. Last year I read an article by Ann Patchett “My Year of No Shopping” and on top of the fact that I recognized I had enough stuff, but have never been quite the Maria Kondo type, I wanted to find a way to curb my fast-fashion habit. As an avid thrifter with a Goodwill membership card hanging off my key ring, it seemed a good time to challenge myself and only purchase from places where either the money would go somewhere good (i.e., thrift stores) or the vendor was ethically responsible.

What I want from this blog is to tell you how that funhouse has been going and to share tips on the ways I’ve found to answer “How does this make me look as a citizen of the world?”

Thanks for being here!