what’s wrong with being loud?

I finished getting ready. It was date night.

Finally, I got to rock out that cute outfit from Forever 21. When I purchased it, I swore to myself that I would wear it so much that I would sleep in the dang thing. But alas, it has only been modeling one of the royal blue hangers in my closet.

Not tonight. I’m busting it out.

So, I started the process: showering, shaving, drying, curling, applying, spraying, dressing. Ugh. I get exhausted from just typing all of this. We have it rough, ladies. It takes waaayyy too long to get ready, especially for date nights. Here I am, with my once-in-a-blue-moon chance to dress up, and I think we run the risk of missing dinner hour at the pace I am going.

Finally, I’m finished and ready to walk out the door, but I stop and do the “girlfriend” thing. I ask my boyfriend’s opinion on my outfit choice.

Why do we do this ladies? We know what they’re gonna say. They sat it every time. Just to get us out the door a second faster, they’ll add in an encouraging nod and few exclamation points on the ends of their sentences. We believe them . Men and their dinner…

What got me thinking this time wasn’t his answer. It wasn’t what I was wearing. It was what I asked him when I modeled my new dress: Do you think it’s too loud?

Wait a second.

Too loud?  When did that become a bad thing?

I’m a loud person ( not a screaming-at-the-top-of-my-lungs-on-my-cell-phone-in-the-stall-next-to-you kinda person, mind you! That happened to me last week. I was like whoa.) I’m an enthusiastically loud person. I’m animated, and you’ll hear it when I’m getting pumped up about something.

I love loud personalities in people.

I love loud music.

So why has the fashion “loud” become synonymous with bad?

I’m changing it up.

I’ve got an inspiration board- perfect for fixing the stigma and turning that fashion frown upside down.

While I was antiquing the other day at Cottage Antiques, I saw an awesome clutch. It reminded me a lot of all the colors in my Forever 21 dress, and brought to mind all the ideas I mentioned earlier.

Loudness: It needed to be revamped.

So I set out a plan to get inspired by color, by brights and darks, by loudness..

Totally loving all those colors. You know what I love more? This saying on the antique store floor. That’s awesome.

This whole blog post is making me wanna go crazy and bust out my brights. I’m rocking out some pretty awesome yellow shorts right about now with my red and yellow Snookie sneakers. If that counts? Won’t be going to the grocery store anytime dressed like this, but for the blog’s sake: I’M BEING LOUD AND LOVING IT!

Who cares if it’s loud, flamboyant, or over the top? It’s what you like, and you can make it work (in the words of Mr. Tim Gunn).

We used to love all kinds of color when we were younger. When did all the crazy color fun fly out the door? No more.

Throw open those closet doors, whip out those brights, and play with colors like you used to…

You’re never too old to be loud.

.paz.

jessie