You know those lightbulb “Aha! Eureka!” moments? Those moments have undoubtedly accounted for the invention of various cool gadgets like grippy soles for walking on ice or sponges with a scrubby side. In my case, my lightbulb moment gave way to starting The Height of Style—the blog I should have been writing all along.
I had started style blogging a few months ago with limited (okay, VERY limited) success. I was having trouble figuring out where my voice fit in with all the cute style bloggers photojournaling with their minidresses; 70s-style long, straight locks with bangs; and shiny, masculine-meets-feminine oxford booties. Something just didn’t fit with my outfit photos, and I figured out what it was when I attended the Swapaholics’ Sip and Swap a few weeks back. What should have been the first clue: my coworker was hauling armfuls of cute clothing to try on, and I tried on two articles of clothing. TWO tops. The selection was vast and cute, and I only found two tops. That was clue #1.
Clue #2 registered when I walked over to introduce myself to two of my favorite style bloggers (who both happen to be local!)— Julie of Orchid Grey and Jen of Jen Loves Kev. I had done it up for the occasion, donning my favorite Reality Bites-inspired ensemble at right.
When I started to say ‘hello’ to both, I noticed that—hey—they both seemed a lot smaller in real life—and whoa—I was definitely towering over them (more like teetering over them, in those platform boots). To the point that I started to feel a bit woozy and embarrassed. I left and got the train home, feeling particularly down. I just felt awkward—playing a role that I had no business playing. It seemed wisest to leave the realm of style blogging to the cute girls who fit in the minidresses—the same girls who wear youthful insouciance with the bows in their hair.
The same thing that was getting me down is the very thing that distinguishes me, and always has distinguished me. This was my lightbulb moment, although it took my sweet 6’8″ boyfriend (and outfit photographer) to make me realize that all 6’4″ of my height is an even more interesting canvas on which to paint with fashion (to extend the bad metaphor). Instead of giving up, I’m starting this blog. I hope that women of all shapes, sizes, heights, and wallet widths will feel as though they can present their unique selves sartorially…and that style is NOT restricted to sample sizes or society’s idea of “average”.
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