1963. Open my wardrobe and what do you see?
Brown courdouroy smocked dress and white puffy blouse. Navy blue polka dot shift and striped Danskins. Parochial school uniform and Peter Pan collars. Mary Janes, saddle shoes, and Keds.
1973. Open my wardrobe and what do you see?
Peasant dresses, halter tops, and army jacket. Denim cutoffs, bellbottom pants, and macrame belts. Parochial school uniform and Oxford cloth shirts. Platforms, flip flops, and saddle shoes.
1983. Open my wardrobe and what do you see?
Pleated skirts and cardigan sweaters. Padded shoulders and tailored slacks. Designer jeans, and tasteful flats.
1993. Open my wardrobe and what do you see?
Khaki trousers, corduroy jumpers, and denim overalls. Cotton turtlenecks, kilts and tights. Embroidered vests and cable knit sweaters. Black flats, brown flats, and tennis shoes.
2003. Open my wardrobe and what do you see?
Target basics and Talbot’s work clothes. Cotton sweats and running suits. Clergy shirts and clerical collars. Random flats, Birkenstocks, and flip flops — in every color under the sun.
And thirteen years on.
2016. Open my wardrobe and what do you see?
Funky tunics and interesting tops. Comfy leggings and skinny jeans. Prints, patterns, and primary colors. Autumn hues and basic black. Dressy dresses and dresses just for fun. Lululemon trousers and button down shirts. Bits of ribbon and bits of lace. TOMS, saddle shoes, ASICS, and a multitude of multicolored flats.
I have both lost and found myself in my wardrobe.
Middle child, parochial school girl, head of the class.
Flower child, high school nerd, and rebel without a cause.
Computer programmer, working mom, sometimes a wife.
Seminary student, kindergarten volunteer, and Del Ray mom.
Parish priest, divorcee, and mostly manic.
Half marathoner, storyteller, blogger, irreverent reverend, and pseudo-libarian.
I have lost and found myself in my wardrobe.
Clothes are the window dressing of the soul. Spiritual expressions of our psyches and personalities. Creative expressions of our passions and our moods.
In my darker days, my wardrobe was all solid colors. No prints. Basic and boring. I would buy three colors of the same pants and the same sweater.
All the better to hide in. All the better to disappear.
Those dark days are long — and hopefully forever — gone.
How do I know?
Because my wardrobe therapist tells me so.
My therapeutic fashion consultant, Stephanie Hernandez, helped me work through my closet issues.
Stephie is a very good friend of my awesome daughter Colleen. Stephie is a young LCSW with a passion for style and an entrepreneurial spirit. She’s the founder of “Look Good, Feel Good”— “a therapeutic approach to finding your personal style.”
A brilliant idea! This bipolar soul signed herself up right away!
Personable, warm, and observant, Stephie first sat down on my couch and we had a chat. I walked her through a “regular day” so she could learn about my bipolar life — both at work and at play. I gave her a one minute tour of my condo and then we took a thirty minute walk through my wardrobe.
And then for the next half hour, we played dress up. Mixing and matching funky and flattering combos, Stephie helped me come up with outfits that I can wear just about anywhere: @LOC, @EEC, walking Del Ray, or strolling DC.
Working with Stephie made me feel so much cooler and so much cuter than I actually am!
It was very therapeutic.
It was so much fun.
It’s not just a catchy slogan, it’s fashion philosophy.
I recommend Stephanie Hernandez and her new enterprise most happily!
So friends, what’s in your wardrobe?
The Rev: Joani
Note: Also posted on Unorthodox & Unhinged: Tales of a Manic Christian