Editor lets father choose her outfits
This past week I allowed my father to go where no teenage girl wants him near: their wardrobe.
My dad almost strictly lives in brewery t-shirts and khakis, so I am sure you can understand why I was a bit concerned when I took on this challenge.
After explaining to him the difference between regular jeans and high waisted jeans and the differences between the 10 striped t-shirts I own, the week began, and he did not do too poorly of a job. In fact, when I told people that my dad picked out my outfit, most of them were shocked and impressed.
I always thought that my dad took no notice whatsoever to what I wore, but this week made it evident that he did. He knew what colors and pieces I liked best and tried to create outfits around them. There were certain pieces I would not usually mix together that he did, but overall, I was really impressed.
As the days passed, though, I found myself missing the everyday process of picking out my outfit. It is the one aspect of my day that I always have control over and I missed matching my mood to my shoes and expressing myself through what I wear.
If Rachel Zoe were indeed correct when she said, “Style is a way to say who you are without having to speak,” then I want to pick what I am wearing.
