There are about five top questions/statements I get from people I meet when I tell them I’m a news reporter. Some are less offensive than others, but probably the most common among that list is the question of whether or not “this” is what I’ve always wanted to do. Small talk with an interview source or the guy next to me on the airplane more often than not leads to the “was this your dream when you wore pigtails and had no doubt in the world that you could be absolutely anything?” (Not in those exact words, but you get the point.)
The answer to that is simple. No.
I haven’t always wanted to report news. I haven’t even always loved news. I’m actually still learning to have unconditional love for a thing that can be so unceasingly negative sometimes, yet so freakin’ important all the time.
There are two things I can tell you with absolute certainty that I have loved with every bit of me since before I can remember. The first of those is people. I am infatuated with human beings. More importantly, I am infatuated with what’s important to them, how to make them smile and how to make life a better, safer place for them. That love makes up for the things that make loving news difficult for me. It gets sad and tiring sometimes, but it matters to people. I love people, so it matters to me. It matters to me, and I love it most days. The job, itself, I love every day. Even the bad ones.
The other lifelong love of mine is fashion. More importantly, personal style. While I haven’t always had “good” style…I think I’ve always had “my” style. Now, the definition of “my” style has evolved over the years (thank the LORD for that, cause middle school was just…), but it’s always been mine. I have always been the girl who runs to the bookstore when the September issues drop to ensure I can get them all. I have always been the girl who puts together her outfit the night before, goes for the statement piece and believes that more is actually more, opting for the fur, the bling AND the dark lip…even if it was just for a marketing lecture on a Wednesday afternoon on a Midwestern college campus.
I’ve never much cared for others’ opinions when it comes to my clothes. I’ve had some misses, but a whole lot of hits, and I can honestly say my sense of style is one of my favorite things about myself.
You see, thing about getting a big girl job is that you’ve got to look the part…especially if that job requires you to get on television and tell people about the things they care about. I’m blessed to work for people that let me be authentic and creative with my look, but I’ll be honest and say that the news reporter aesthetic, with it’s bright-colored dresses and capped sleeves, looks real different than my distressed denim, almost-black lipstick loving self.
In life, we have to adjust. And girlfriend (or boyfriend, if you’re a dude…is that thing?), stepping into this role has been an adjustment for my wardrobe. At first, I would just buy things that were within the dress code (tops or dresses with sleeves or capped sleeves, preferably bright colors, appropriate, etc.) that fit me well enough. I didn’t focus on loving any of it, because they were “work clothes” not “my real life clothes”.
Well, a few months in, I realized that when you work 5 days a week, work and real life have a tendency to overlap a whole lot. Sometimes you don’t feel like going home to change for post-work drinks. There’s also the fact that you just don’t want to spend 5/7 of your week wearing something you don’t love or care about. It’s not inspiring, and for people like me…who consider a great outfit to be a great day…it’s just depressing.
If you care about something, invest in it. If something is important to you, allow yourself to take it seriously. No matter how irrelevant it may seem to someone else, the thing that makes your heart beat faster will always be worth your time and passion.
For me, one of those things is a solid wardrobe that fits, flatters and looks like “me”.
So, why has someone who loves fashion and style with every fiber of her being neglected the “style” portion of her self-proclaimed “life + style blog”? Well, because she made the huge mistake of thinking that the pre-conceived notion of how someone like her is supposed to dress or look like was more important than who she actually is.
While I understand this may sound ridiculous to some people, I respectfully just don’t care. You don’t have to make sense to anyone else, if you make sense to yourself. I believe that. Firmly.
So, yah. I lost “my” style for a bit, but I found her. In old pictures, magazines and conversations with my girlfriends and momma. I found her, she’s here and she’s not going anywhere.
I am so excited to share my work outfit ideas, inspirations, looks and resources. I am also excited to share my go-to weekend looks.
You’re a whole person, and you’re allowed to have different vibes and looks. It seems like a small thing, but for me...understanding that truth was huge. So, if you’re like me (and even if you’re not), and this stuff matters to you…I hope you’ll stick around and even share.
With Love & Glitter,