DYT + PCA + today = a long post

I don't even know where to start.

And therefore I already know this will be all over the place.

If you can follow this,

and if you read it all,

you're a rock star.

If you can't,

or don't want to,

I won't be offended.

Consider this post being your mind

all

the

time

.

And people wonder why I have nights of insomnia.

Anyways,

Sometimes I think that everyone who reads my blog knows my history...my history with DYT (Dressing Your Truth), that is.

Not that I have much of a history. But what little I do have, I just assume everyone knows.

Kinda like when the friend you haven't talked to in months is all, "Yeah the packing really is stressing me out since I'm struggling finding affordable movers."

and you're all, "Wait. Movers? Affordable ones? Hold on, you moving? Since when? Where?"

(Does this only happen to me?)

I digress.

But for those who don't know my history, let me bring you up to speed:

Once upon a time I was originally calling myself The Type 3 Woman as, with the help of "It's Just My Nature" by Carol Tuttle, I realized that I was of the Type 3 personality, with a secondary Type 2 instead of the Type 2/secondary 4 I forced myself to live into my whole life. 

If you don't know what Dressing Your Truth is, it's a personality system, plus. It helps you find your personality (or "truth" or "nature") and with it, your sense of style.

There's four different Types of personalities and while we have all of them, we have a dominant Type and secondary Type. Here's a very brief summary of each Type:

Type 1

Element: Air

Keywords: bright and animated

Colors that look best on those with this Type: Pure hues mixed with white

Type 2

Element: Water

Keywords: subtle and soft

Colors that look best: Pure hues mixed with grey

Type 3

Element: Fire

Keywords: rich and dynamic

Colors that look best: Pure hues mixed with black/brown

Type 4

Element: Earth

Keywords: bold and striking

Colors that look best: Pure hues

That book changed my whole perspective on myself, others, and the world. It was revolutionary. I wanted to shout the system Carol Tuttle created from the rooftops.

And I did.

And

here's the rest.

And now I'm just "The Type Woman".

The end.

Actually, I'm "Ladee Lyon"....Ladee, meaning Lady; and Lyon, lion being the animal that is best associated with the Type 3 person.

So,

Although I've become indifferent with the system, I've stuck with DYT as the mold for how I should dress and what colors to wear. It helped me see that I could, in fact, be a red head, although I've had people all my life tell me that I could be. 

But, in my mind DYT was a perfect system--while regular people with opinions on fashion are flawed--and now that I had the "truth" I could dye my hair and have the freedom to rock it.

True to my Type 3 nature, after a while I got a little tired of the system. I wanted to honor it, but I also didn't want to feel tied down to it, giving me space to honor myself. This system gave me freedom to be authentically me, so I should be allotted that freedom, however I choose, right?

Some would say no...

...because some like following set rules, keeping life in the black and white;
where there's a hope for guaranteed exactness.

Sometimes I would find myself frustrated that that red sweater that hangs in my closet is more of a Type 2 red than a Type 3.

"Heck, I'd take a Type 4 red over this color as that would match my outfit better than this thing," I hissed to myself one Sunday morning.

I found many instances where I was frustrated with colors. "Why can't this shirt just be a tad warmer?" I'd say to myself. "If it were, it could probably pass as Type 3."

"Add warmth. Just add warmth!"

It got to wear I didn't care what Type it was, if it was warm toned, I'd take it.

But there's brown.

Freakin' brown.

For a color that I should look phenomenal in, as Type 3 colors are nothing but pure hues dirtied by brown...

...how all Type 3 colors harmonize with brown...

I never look good in it.

And believe me, I tried. And I tried to force myself to believe I look great in that color, honoring my truth and all....ignoring the obvious because inside I felt DYT had to be gospel truth, in all aspects.

^For the record, this is more of a green-brown and honestly isn't bad at all--I don't wear brown much anymore and therefore don't have any pics of me in that color. I am wearing it in this video though.

The fact that brown didn't work on me irked me just right, on top of what other people have told me in confidence about DYT and how they have felt bullied by a bunch of mean girls in the Facebook groups (the mean girls being Carol and her team), I stepped back from the system, from acknowledging it online, and found DYT to be just a guideline, but still something fun to chat with friends about.

Instead, I did what one friend told me she does every morning:

Dressed the mood.

I used to think this was a sorry excuse to wear whatever you want, saying you're too good for the rules.

A rule breaker.

Rule bender, more like.

And I've found that it is.

And I liked it.

I liked looking at my clothes and saying, "Ya know, I'm feeling this bright blue shirt so, I'm gonna wear it."

The problem I had with that...

...was that there are some pieces that just wouldn't look good on me. 

No matter how much I was in the "mood" to wear it.

Like this shirt.

Guys, 

I love this shirt.

I love this blue color.

I love the contrast it is to the white logo in front.

I love how it fits.

But

It washes me out.

And while you can't tell in this pic (below)

I could. In other pictures that were taken of me in this shirt, it was even more obvious.

Don't even ask how many layers of eyeshadow I put on my lids to try to create a cohesiveness from face to shirt...and it still didn't work.

Yet, I still enjoyed "dressing the mood".

My biggest issue in dressing the mood was finding the right makeup to match.

For instance, this dress here.

I love this dress. I love this whole outfit. But I haven't worn it in months because I grew tired of the eyeshadow I had to wear so that I would look cohesive.

If you want to know my secrets to my style (it's different for everyone!), I use three words:

COHESIVE, this is most important, your style must look pleasing to the eye.

POP, in accessories, color or hair.

and your finished product needs to be WOW.

You see,

some people can wear a cool colored top while wearing warm colored eyeshadow and they don't have a care in the world.

Me,

it drives me insane.

I must match what I wear to an extent.

No, the purple top doesn't need an exact purple eyeshadow.

But it's gotta look aesthetically pleasing!

And since my go-to shadows didn't match this incredible dress, I used a dollar store palette that I like, but truly doesn't work on me....

...unless I'm wearing this dress.

Why should I have a palette of makeup for one piece of clothing that I will wear a handful of times a year?

But again, this outfit, 

eyeshadow included, 

cohesive and all, 

would have me catching myself in the mirror and going, "something doesn't look right."

Maybe I'll change the jacket next time, maybe I'll find better eyeshadow....

I'm always so determined to make clothing work that I hold on to everything until I've exhausted all options and then throw it out angrily, frustrated in my dashed hopes of finding a way to make this piece work for me.

Besides-the-point side note: I told my mom, "I would love to live the minimalist lifestyle--" before catching myself "--except for my clothes. I want to keep all my clothes...aaaaannnd makeup."

One thing I didn't understand, being a Type 3 woman who, 

according to DYT says we intuitively know our fashion, 

and to be fair, the system is right as I am in love with rich, earthy colors, chunky jewelry and accessories, the look of the messy (which I hear that's a Type 1 thing? I swear it works for the 3s),

is that,

I love high contrast, even though I can't pull it off like some friends of mine.

So, naturally, I found ways to make it work.

Usually I have to tone it down with a sweater, or even better,

a denim jacket. #texture

I love how I can break the rules of DYT through sweaters, jackets, and accessories.

Maybe all Types can do that?

The Type 3s can. If you ask me.

Funny thing is,

When I'd mention to fellow DYT friends how I'm well aware I'm not dressing my "truth", I would hear them respond to me with possible reasons as to why I could wear certain colors that don't match the Type 3 system.

I just had to understand the other fashion systems that were out there.

I didn't even know there were such things, once upon a time.

Using Personal Color Analysis and Body Type Systems, friends said, will back up my choice in what I wear...therefore proving that I'm indeed dressing intuitively.

Please Google if you don't understand what I'm referring to...but beware: you'll find yourself with millions of pages to read from, full of information on how to dress your best, helping you know how to dress in way that will have people understanding and honoring you, simply by using your

skin coloring

your body shape

your height

your personality

your hair color

your eye color

your vein color

and the list goes on.

It's all a worm hole. But a fun one! One that I like to dive into every now and then.

I found I was running to these systems just to find justification in the clothing that I wore.

Which, in typing this, sounds so silly.

(Literally shaking my head at this moment.)

Ladee, just wear that stupid shirt! Who cares, really?

Maybe this is a stemming from childhood. You know, we do the things we do because of how we were raised, right?

So when you are told from childhood to do this,

do that

believe in this

don't believe in that

that is good

that is bad,

it's hard to not see a system you enjoy 

the same way.

So when a system didn't fit right with me, and by this time I'm right sick of changing who I am to fit a mold of any kind,

I would find another system.

And after a while, I found that I was picking and choosing bits from all systems.

One quote I find rattling out of my mouth far too often lately is "take the best and leave the rest".

Take what honors you, what resonates with you, and let go of everything else...

...for you'll only beat yourself over the head if you try to embrace what doesn't.

But part of me still felt there had to be an exact system that would work.

I honestly consider myself to be so basic that there had to be some system out there that worked for me. I'm nothing special when you compare me to others.

Just.

Basic.

So I went with the basics!

Personal Color Analysis.

I had myself "draped".

This is where a Color Analysis professional drapes different colored fabrics on you, to see what colors harmonize with your skin, leaving you to look refreshed, clear, and youthful (at least I hoped so).

Made all the sense in the world.

The one problem that I noticed, which I don't think was a real problem to the professional, but it seemed to be an annoyance for me

was my red hair.

Don't get me wrong, I love my red hair. 

But

I felt as though that became the issue as to finding what colors truly look most harmonizing on me.

Here I've been told all my life that I could be a red head.

DYT backed that up.

And, here I am, loving being that.

To go back to basics, I found, was technically to go back to my virgin hair.

Something I don't really want to do.

Here's a picture with my natural hair showing at the roots.

Because of this, I found that the colors that may look best on me, were being divided into two different categories.

Or "Seasons", rather.

Bear with me on this as I explain. I'm no expert. I've only known about these systems for a few years and am still very much unknowing.

I'll try my darnedest to give you a very condensed understanding:

Just as we have Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter, Personal Color Analysis systems have differing hues/tints/tones/shades of colors that one can wear and categorizes them in these "Seasons".

To put it in short:

Winter: bold, clear colors - pure hues (I call them "staight-outta-the-Crayola-box" colors)

Spring: Easter egg colors - pure hues mixed with white

Summer: muted colors - pure hues mixed with grey

Autumn: earthy colors - pure hues mixed with black (or brown)

To add to the confusion, these seasons have varying levels of bright, soft, warm, and deep subcategories. And each Personal Color Analysis system may use different names (for instance, Bright Spring in one system is the same as Clear Spring in another and I confuse them all the effing time).

I'm going to take a stab at naming some of them. I'm going to fail (forgive me), but to give you a general idea of these Seasons and the magnitude of them, here goes.

There's:

Light Spring, Warm Spring, Bright/Clear Spring

Light Summer, True/Soft Summer, Dark/Deep Summer

Warm Autumn, Soft Autumn, Dark/Deep Autumn

Bright Winter, Soft Winter, Dark/Deep Winter

My draping, although my hair was covered, had those in the draping room stuck between two Seasons:

The one I thought I was, the one friends thought I was,

 Soft Autumn

and the one that may really be,

Soft Summer

I was a conundrum.

I wondered if the decision boiled down to my hair. While I don't believe so, I understood it was a key factor that those draping me knew I wouldn't change...at least for the present time.

"Well, because of your red hair, you could probably pull off Soft Autumn," I was told. "Is that what you want, to be a Soft Autumn?"

"No", I said back. "I want to know what looks most harmonizing with me." Remember, basics? 

I wanted to know if that darn pink shirt that I pull out of my closet on a whim is indeed going to be an effortless part of a fluid morning, not a morning where I'm stuck trying to figure out how to add accessories and the right makeup to make it look good on me...only to find myself frustrated with it all until I either change my top or tell myself to deal with it and feel awkward the rest of the day.

So the Soft Autumn drapes go back on, a pause to look at me, a pause to find harmonizing between face and colors and I'd get a YES, 

the drapes come off and the Soft Summer goes on, pause to look at me, pause to see harmonizing, and I get another YES, and so this repeated a couple more times.

I continued as a conundrum, until finally

Soft Summer was decided.

When the idea of me being a Soft Summer came up in the draping, I must admit, I felt deflated. While some of the colors do look incredible on me and I found myself dreaming of wearing a fancy, fitting, long satin dress in that wine color, I saw these colors on the whole as boring.

"I feel like these colors make me blend into the background while Soft Autumn gave me that WOW factor, that POP...but you know, maybe I can wow with these colors. I think I just need to tinker with them a bit, let the palette soak in," I mentioned to Mom. Mom, an unbiased perspective.

Surprisingly, I found I already had many pieces of clothing in Soft Summer, but I thought they were Soft Autumn. So that was a plus.

And Soft Summer's brown is like my new favorite color.

A greyed, purpley brown. Stunning.

So I put faith in the basics.

And found I really liked it, and others praised it too.

(Note: Due to the lighting I use when taking these photos, the colors appear brighter/more saturated than they truly are. I always attempt to correct them before posting.)

This worked well for my day-to-day outfits...as all I wear is a T-shirt and jeans.

But this didn't work so well when it came to the days where I did dress up.
In that case I would dress the mood.

And then, I found myself growing dissatisfied.

More like, unhappy.

After a while I realized that I didn't like going by only the basics.

And that while I really liked the colors of my Season, I felt it didn't truly match ME.

My whole essence.

For such muted, dull, semi-rich colors,

I felt my personality wasn't those adjectives.

Which then had me going back to DYT.

The Type 3 woman wears rich colors, rich autumn, earthy colors.

But according to professionals, those don't look correct on me.

So is DYT right in the sense that it doesn't matter if your type's colors match your coloring as it's better the colors match your energy?

I was starting to think so.

But I knew I wouldn't be happier fitting myself back into that box either.

I like knowing that I have a Season of colors that harmonize with my coloring.

And I'd like to add that to my DYT Type's coloring and style.

But with the freedom to wear what I damn well please and when I want to.

This has been quite a journey.

A journey of self discovery.

Of spiritual discovery.

A journey of self love.

While this post probably sounds like I've been a lost soul, escaping into the depths of DYT, PCA and other systems, I can't say that you're wrong. But I don't necessarily think you're right either.

I've had an incredible amount of fun and excitement on this journey. It never got depressing or obsessive for me, it was all bit by exciting bit

and to put this post into perspective, I'm recollecting the last four or five years to you all.

But in this process, I found me. My whole truth.

It's almost as though I found me at the same time I realized how I feel about all this.

Hmmm, interesting, actually.

The timing in that.

My findings: these systems are all wonderful guidelines that I will keep tucked within the file folder of my mind, to pull out when I find it necessary.

But for the rest, I'm using the talents I have within. And to be fair, these systems helped aid in gaining and increasing these talents. I guess you could say that I've gone from dressing the mood to dressing with heart.

I don't like hindering my style and fashion to a measly set of colors or designs when there's a vast amount of all.

I mention, time and again, how much I love colors. How I literally love standing in front of walls of paint swatches and absorbing all the colors around me. There's a happiness that words will never do justice for, that fills my heart and soul at that moment I look around at the gradients.

So why should I forgo the majority of them just because I'm told they don't look good on me?

I feel that would be shaming the talent God gave me. That I'm not using it to its full potential, acting as though I know better about His gift, by using systems that were made with the best of intentions, but maybe aren't the systems that are meant for me to live solely by.

Take the best, leave the rest, and baby, use your heart.