Fashion victim or victor

It occurs to me that I might not be presenting the most well-rounded view of myself on this blog. What with all my links to fancy and pretty things, perhaps you all think I'm fairly trendy and fashionable. (Then again, maybe you don't.) Well, I'm not. Not really. I like pretty things. I like gorgeous little expensive things. And I love to be up on what's new and fresh and stylish. I pour over catalogs and magazines and websites. I get lots of trend-spotting email newsletters. Though I love these things, I guess I'm kind of a schlub sometimes. I mean, I think I dress well for work, but more often than not I dress simply and conservatively and I can't for the life of me wear flashy heels, though I think they're gorgeous and sexy. When I'm not at work I wear jeans and boots, and in the summer jeans and capris and sandals. And not really girly sandals, but probably Birks or something like them. At home? Sweats and t-shirts all the way, baby, and "the girls" are hanging free and easy. I have never spent more than $60 on a bag. I've never spent more than $120 for shoes. (And mostly I spend less than $50. The higher priced ones were Birks and Doc Martens.) All of my shoes have heels that are less than 2". It kills me to pay full price for anything. I shop at TJ Maxx, Marshall's, and Ross. Most of the time I feel like I can't get away with wearing some of the stuff I like. First, I'm chubby, so today's leaner fashions just ain't gonna fit my hips. Also, while I think bold, edgy styles are gorgeous, I pretty much think I'd look like a fool wearing them. Though I think I'm far from "frump girl," I'm also pretty far from chic. But I'm working on it.