Nostalgic Style: Amy’s Blazers

Yesterday I told Matthew that I think oversized blazers and sweaters are “my thing.” I like the unstructured slouchy look. It’s comfortable and chic and unfussy.

I showed him this (beyond-my-budget) gem:

I love everything about this. Except the price tag. I need a job.

Without missing a beat:

“It’s because of Amy Grant.”

He might be right.

I recently started working my way through The Curated Closet, and in my attempt to pinpoint a personal style that exists outside of trends, I keep looking back at significant influences.

Do I cling to certain pieces and silhouettes because they’re “me”? Because the fashion industry tells me I should? Or because I’m a nostalgic sentimental gal who really loved poring over YM and Seventeen magazines and I still want to be Sabrina Fairchild-meets-Joey Potter when I grow up?

Do I believe wide-leg trousers will turn me into Katharine Hepburn? (Maybe.) Will I ditch them again when the trend wanes? (Never. I was strong-armed into wearing skinny jeans. I’m going wide again and staying there.)

The force is strong with certain adolescent influencers: Roman Holiday, Clueless, Claire Danes’ bob. And Amy Grant very much belongs on that list. I can’t quit her. And I still want her curls.

Sometimes you just can’t ditch junior high. (Not that I would ever. I’m a good kid.)

I’m just thrilled that I was an Amy girl. Could’ve been worse.