The Other Side of Style

The Other Side of Style… No.1

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Apparently, jealousy and dissatisfaction are far more common when we compare ourselves to things that are relatable versus things that seem out of reach. This totally explains why it’s easier to be jealous of a friend’s good fortune than the good fortune of some distant socialite or celebrity. It’s the difference between that friend that is just so darn photogenic and that stunning model in Paris Vogue. Sad, right?

No one wants to admit being jealous of their friends, but it’s so true! And it got me thinking… What does this mean for my Style Stories? I love that they show personal style in a more attainable light compared to the very polished stories in mainstream magazines. Real people with really cool style. But if we apply the logic above, am I making things worse? How many times have you seen the pretty pictures from one of my stories and thought, “Look how chic they are. Why can’t I pull it together like that? I’m such a loser?!” I know. Internet drama! We’re all a bunch of head cases.

Still, I feel a degree of responsibility. If I’m showing off the beautiful things that people create in their lives, isn’t it equally important that I share at least a portion of the other side? Because the truth is, there is always the other side – the dirty, grimy, messy, cluttered, and decidedly un-chic side of style. I guarantee the most stylish people online have greasy hair and gross bathrooms too.

Of course, I wouldn’t dream of asking my guests to share these ugly parts of their lives because I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have any guests in the first place if that was a requirement. But I don’t mind sharing! Remember the 5 things I was afraid to show you? Apparently I have some sort of weird obsession with this type content. So, this is what I’m going to do. At the end of each week, I’ll publish one snap shot from the ugliest corner of our home… the idea being that behind every pretty picture is a messy corner. As a stylist, I should know that better than anyone! And so should you.

Ok, deep breath… and… here we go!


Our master bathroom. Often the ugliest room in the house. It’s messy, grimy and totally unorganized. Oh yeah, and those Ikea shelves in the foreground? Been there for three weeks. Right now I’m just way more interested in snuggling with my baby and hubby on the sofa than organizing the bathroom with our limited time together on the weekends. We’ll get to it when we get to it.



This story by Hilary Walker
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  • Reply cindy landham August 21, 2015 at 10:02 am

    Nothing steals from us like jealousy. Thank you for the thoughts – the challenge – the honesty to show the whole picture. Yes, our lives are messy no matter how successful we appear.

    Thank you too Hilary for your constant encouragement for each of us to be our unique and interesting selves.

    What a beautiful world it would be (inside my head and on the planet) if we all were filled with gratitude instead 🙂

    • Reply Hilary August 21, 2015 at 10:26 am

      I couldn’t agree more. Thank you, as always, for sharing your thoughts as well, Cindy!

  • Reply Marion August 21, 2015 at 1:39 pm

    Sweet. Love the view of the plunger….but truth be told, every bathroom needs one. And Gabriel has a hold on you….it is obvious in the picture. Love you.

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