You're the Right Kind of Wrong
How to make bad taste work.
Before we get into it, we’re hosting a KILLER trunkshow tomorrow at Earl IRL with Bell & Bird, and they have the best antique and vintage jewelry I’ve ever seen in my life. Anywhere. We’re welcoming walk-in’s, appointments, browsers, shoppers, gift-buyers, hint-senders, all of it. I will be freaking out all day trying everything on, and I would love to see you and show you my favorite things.
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Free parking for 2 hours in the garage next door.
I didn’t know what I was shooting when I started this newsletter today. Sometimes I have a theme, and a how-to, other times I have a mood or a challenge for myself. Today was just kind of free association dressing. The other day I told someone I could spend fifteen minutes on an outfit or fifty five minutes on it and the result would be the same. That I’m so emotional in how I get dressed (not like, sobbing in my closet emotional, I mean I go by feeling rather than look) that I don’t really need to think about it. In fact, it’s better when I don’t think about it too much—that’s when I get in trouble.

Hold that thought while I introduce this new one. There have been so many times (and I’m sure this has happened to you too) where a friend, acquaintance or colleague has said: Laurel I found this bag/skirt/shoe and it is SO YOU! You need it! And then I look at the thing and it’s like…a felt bag made to look like a cuckoo clock or a sequin fedora or jeans with graffiti all over them. And in that moment I feel distinctly let down by my own impulses. How can I feel that I have it so right, and yet communicate things so wrong. Obviously nobody understands your nuances like you do, and I guarantee I’ve done this to every single one of my friends too. It really goes back to nobody thinking about you nearly as much as you think about yourself and how freeing that is, but in the moment, I forget that. Nobody is perfect!

I think I have good taste, but I think my good taste comes a lot from embracing and incorporating things that are bad or ugly. But only specific bad and ugly things, I have to have a reaction to them. My bad taste extends to my personality—I can be crass and bawdy, I like a dirty joke, I like to talk about money. I can be loud if I’m feeling good, and that can seem tacky. I have never, ever been one for subtlety, and when I was younger I got my feelings hurt a lot because this person didn’t like me, or someone didn’t invite me. We all want to be liked, and I love attention so my inclination is to want to be adored, but being universally “liked” usually actually means being merely “tolerated.” Which is boring. Unless you’re Dolly Parton in which case you are perfect and everyone loves you. But the point is, not everyone liking you is a good thing, I’ve decided. It means you are singular and bold and have enough flavor that not everyone will find it delicious.

But also, what’s not to love about something a little wrong? A hideous jacket, a terrible shoe, something that gives you the creeps and thrills you at the same time. It’s like calling an ex or dipping your french fries in a milkshake. A little shiver of repulsion and delight!

At this point, I have basically no vices left. I don’t drink, don’t smoke, vape, or zyn. I go to bed early, I channeled all my addict energy into my work and into working out.
More outfits + my how-to on ugly dressing after the fold.

