*** OMG! I wrote a novel!
I've been thinking about this very thing! I am very confident in many areas of design and creating a happy, vibrant home (indoors and out) has always been something that has seemed to deserve time, attention and expenditure. By contrast, I did not previously feel that my clothing and appearance merited the same level of investment. Now that I am spending and thinking about personal style, I find I'm heading towards a look that is not so similar to what I am doing at home. I really value continuity and cohesion of thought, so it bothers me that the expression is not the same. I'm happy with what I've done at home, so I've been wondering if my personal style is inauthentic in that it doesn't match the home look.
At home, I have a carefully-curated collection of furniture--Harry Bertoia is well represented, as is Le Corbusier. I have colorful quilts, rugs, and original art. I just painted an expensive (to me), new media cabinet in shades of bright orange, red, and yellow. The look I've been going for is late-60's artist's loft/pied'-à-terre with a bent towards folk art and industrialism. (I know...it sounds a lot like the whole Dwell Studio thing that is fashionable now, but--I swear!--I've been working on this look for more than 20 years.)
On me, the look I've been developing is much more severe/austere and I feel like I've made the biggest gains in personal style by editing instead of expanding my look. I love the IDEA of bright colors (the kind that might happen in my house) and clashy maximalism and but I think I'd feel like a fool if I wore them--although I am delighted to see outrageous fashion on others!
I'm TRYING to see the areas of similarity between the styling of house and self. Maybe my fashion is kinda like the austere bones of the iconic chairs? The chairs are black, leather, and silver metal. There is not a ruffle or print among them--nor on me. In fact, if I were to take a selfie with the chairs, I think the level of austerity would be consistent. But the color and fun of home is not yet finding a place in my wardrobe. Must it, I wonder? Or does the fact that color and artiness are not present in my wardrobe simply relate to the fact that I am still not really comfortable in my skin?