First thing’s first – if you know me, you probably know my roommate too. Our friendship bloomed on moving day of freshman year… You know how it goes. After a few Disney Channel Original Movie marathons, some late night ice cream runs, and a mental breakdown or two… that’s an inseparable bond.
Our social media accounts regularly overlap, so pretty much everyone is aware of whatever shenanigans happen in our dorm. Fiona has even acted as a Blush personality before, stepping in as a model for a feature story, photographing all my OOTDs, and aiding as a personal consultant when I’m stuck on ideas.
Interestingly, though our closets are mere feet away from each other, sometimes our outfits couldn’t be more different. Our personal tastes often act as a reflection of our actions and personalities – but to what extent? How could we dress differently yet get along so well?
Curious to explore this question, a proposition was made: We would switch closets, outfits, and lifestyles for 4 days. I would dress her and she would dress me. She would order a caramel latte at Matto and I would get a caramel-and-cream iced coffee at Dunkin. Thus, the first Blush Style Swap was born.
Fiona’s style in 3 words: Comfy, oversized, simple
Grace’s style in 3 words: Colorful, creative, thrifty
Immediately, both Fiona and I were very aware that the clothes on our bodies were not our own. Day one was for the classic weekday ensemble. At night she went for a walk and took my jacket, which had my driver’s license in it. She was… becoming me. Meanwhile, one of my professors noticed something different about me but couldn’t place what it was.
On day 2 we dressed it up. Fiona, who lives by layering, put me in a turtleneck and burnt-orange dress. I, known for not dressing to accommodate the weather, put her in a miniskirt and thin vintage sweatshirt. Today I felt the most “me”. Fiona liked the top half but did complain of chilly legs. Fair.
Today was our most extreme swap. While she looked like a peppy substitute teacher for the day, I was an FIT skater kid. At first I was out of my comfort zone, but by the end of the day warmed up to the loose and casual fit. Fiona loved the skirt and sweatshirt combo. While we were missing our clothes, it was refreshing to see ourselves in a different skin.
Today was a “going out” day. We went to Chinatown and Brooklyn with some friends and of course had to look our best. This was probably my favorite day overall, because we were able to spend it together. Like our personalities, our styles complemented each other remarkably well. Though I wasn’t wearing my clothes, I felt like myself. And I didn’t think once about how the clothes I was wearing were not mine.
While it was fun to play dress-up, we both experienced moments throughout the four days where we didn’t truly feel like ourselves. I wondered why that could be. However, for every moment of self doubt, we also had moments of confidence, and gained a greater understanding of each other. Finally, after it was over, when I put on the first article of clothing that was my own, a wave of comfort washed over me. I realized how central my outfits are to my whole perception of self. My question now: if someone were to dress you like a different person for a week, would it alter your behavior? Your self-image? Your confidence?
I would call the operation a success. It’s always healthy to walk in someone else’s shoes (but jean jackets will have to do, since she’s an 8 and I’m an 8.5). Plus I found a go-to Dunkin order! And finally, we agreed we should share more clothes. After all, two closets are better than one.