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The rumors you’ve heard are true. (Which probably isn’t a surprise, since I’m the one who started them.) I wear glasses now. It’s like being full-time fancy, I guess, except that I’m just wearing glasses all the time* instead of, I don’t know, whatever it is you might do if you’re full-time fancy. Eat bon bons? Drink wine you didn’t get on sale for $6.99? You tell me.

You like them, right? (And by them, I mean me, naturally.)

Anyway, this is kind of a big deal for me, and I’m talking about how it happened, what I think about it (and also which other glasses I think are super cute) over at BlogHer Style. You should probably read it. And then tell me you like my glasses, unless you want your glasses shoved in a very uncomfortable place. And I don’t mean the back of a Volkswagen.

(*Obviously, when I say “all the time,” I mean a good portion of the time, when it’s convenient and I remember and I haven’t misplaced them somewhere in the house. If I ever get to a point where I need to wear them for running or something, I’ll be looking into contacts, thankyouverymuch. I’m not a running in glasses kind of girl. Unless they’re sunglasses and, you know, it’s sunny out.)

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Today, I got my hair done — it was about damn time, trust me — and I got into a lengthy discussion with my hairdresser about fashion and trends and where it’s all going, and she made a good observation. Right now, it seems that almost everything is acceptably “in” — if people are starting to sport the neon hues of the late ’80s/early ’90s, it seems like the fashion forward can get away with just about anything.

It got me thinking about who I was back then, in 5th or 6th grade, and while there are a lot of things I wish I could have changed about myself, I really respect my fearless fashion sense. Yes, I succumbed to a few trends I probably could have lived without, but the thing is, I rocked them. I didn’t just have teal leggings — I had teal leggings with a huge purple menswear shirt and a teal tie for a belt, and I wore it with a funky hat and big bangs and giant mismatched earrings. I wrapped my mother’s scarves in a triangle around my waist to change up the look of my skirts.

If I liked it, that was what mattered — nothing else. Camo boots from my dad’s hunting/fishing store? Sure. A ’50s-style scarf for my ponytail? Absolutely. And then, there were the hot pink suspenders with an otherwise grey-tones outfit. Loved it.

I was young enough that I wasn’t getting these outfits from magazines or models — I found pieces I liked (that Mom would buy for me), and I mixed them up and came up with my own look. I didn’t have a lot of confidence in a lot of ways — I was embarrassed to be so tall, so brainy, so athletic — but I made no apologies for my offbeat fashion sense. Until part-way through 6th grade. But that’s a whole other post.

I can’t tell you how much I wish I could get that fearlessness back, perhaps without the recklessness. I think I’ve outgrown wearing some of the really crazy things just for the sake of crazy — I have plenty of crazy in other ways — but the loving an outfit simply because I think it rocks? That’s something I need to find again and grip with all my might.

I had the BEST time last night.

I visited my old roommates — one who lives in Orlando and the other was in from NYC for work, and I had forgotten how much fun I have with them. Between the world’s largest pitcher of sangria, ridiculous desserts, and many bottles of wine, I laughed so much that my face hurts today. A lot. But it was totally worth it. We got just to the perfect point of drunkenness that repeating the same thing over and over gets really funny (you know, random things, like “Straight up!” as a response to EVERYTHING).

Aside from laughing to the point of causing pain (and drawing annoyed glares from fellow restaurant patrons), I just enjoyed soaking up the company of these two extraordinary women. I admire them so much, in many ways, but one thing I am continually envious of is each one’s sense of style.

I can ALWAYS count on R to wear something cute and classic — she always looks like she might have stepped straight out of a Gap ad (in a good way). And C has this incredible way of mixing classic pieces with something vintage or funky or totally original, and totally making it work. Always. Other than the scrubs …

They’ve both had this great personal style ever since I’ve known them, and it really makes me wonder when and if I’ll get some sort of signature style. Because, in all honesty, what I might wear any given day is a total crapshoot.

Granted, I’m not terribly likely to go very goth or punk (although I DO have super dark navy toenails right now, thankyouverymuch), but I might dress preppy in the morning and go with a boho feel later on and then wear something trendy to go out. And it’s all me. Or none of it’s me. Or maybe the “me” is the ugly baggy khaki shorts I wear too often because they’re soooo comfortable (and seriously unflattering — I am aware).

In order to have your own style, does it need to be categorized? Even “eclectic” has some connotation of purpose, and I don’t think I even have that …