I keep wanting to hammer down my style identity. I love the idea of having a singular identity around which my wardrobe revolves: urban prince, boho preppie, psychedelic ladies who lunch, refined punk, corporate goth, steampunk hippie... They are all so evocative! It stirs something deep inside when I think about having that throughline, if you will, of a vision of yourself.

I've been working on it for several years, from the first time I read an online article about fine-tuning one's personal style. I've tried all the ideas:

I've polled friends on how they view me. (who've responded everything from "you're like if Betty Boop and Tank Girl had a baby" to "you're just ANNIE - whatever you wear works, because you MAKE it work" to "uh, well, you're kinda like a corporate punk rock hippie? With a dash of Sandra Dee?")(OK. Next option!)

I've taken note of what I wear. (What I reach for: skinny jeans. Bootcut jeans. Boyfriend jeans. Maxi skirts. Mini skirts. Midi skirts. A-lines and pencils. Solids, mostly. But also prints - especially leopard, stripes, and florals! Tweed. And Knits. Drapey shirts, but also hard-tailored. Turtlenecks and tee shirts. Ballet flats. But also smoking loafers. Stilletto heels, but also stacked heels or platforms. Riding boots. Engineer boots. Combat boots. Fryes, Docs, Birkenstocks, assorted sandals. Dresses. Seperates.)(Well, that wasn't very helpful at all. Next!)

I've considered my life and what I spend my time on. (Jeans-casual office environment with occasional executive meetings. Home with dogs. Motorcycles. Camping. Hoop dance! Music and other festivals. Running errands. Yoga and weight lifting and the occasional run. Nightclubs with friends. Themed events and conventions. Weddings. Traveling.)

I've done wardrobe purges and clothing diets where I restrict my choices (fun! Less stressful in the morning! Super glad when it's over, because a)I'm tired of my partner complaining about how boring my wardrobe is and b) I miss the variety), and asked friends to help me What Not To Wear my closet (they're less inclined to get rid of things than I am!)

And what I've come to the conclusion that I'm a closet schizophrenic. I want to have a consistant visual style, but I feel like I'm missing a crucial piece of the puzzle in bringing these myriad (and wildly disparate) pieces into a singular whole. I love restricting my wardrobe, but I'm thrilled when it's over and I get to play with the rest of my pieces. Juxtoposition is a driving force in my life; mixing femme and butch, hard and soft, hippie and punk. But I really want to bring them together.

I just don't know how. I keep reading fashion blogs, hoping I'll find the magic formula, but so far: no dice