Style for Style?

Over the past few years my style can be summed up into 3 words; flats, cardigans and jeans. That's pretty much all I wear; to uni, to shopping, to bars etc. To tell you the truth tho, I am so tired of flats, cardigans and jeans that if I see another pair I will scream. However, today's fashion isn't exactly inspiring, young adult women dress like men with the militant boots and scraggy petti-coats, tweenies look like hookers wearing one piece of material wherever they go and I REFUSE to dress like an old woman.

I could go rock chick but to tell you the truth I can't see myself pulling off a slasher T-shirt with tight skinny jeans and tattoos all over my body. I refuse to walk into sports-girl to try on bohemian hippy shit because that's not me either. On the other side of the spectrum I could always go as a girly-girl but I don't exactly want to be branded as an air-head before I open my mouth.

So, due to this dilemma I consult my boyfriend on advice about what he would like me to wear. BIG MISTAKE. That's how I got into this flats, cardigans and jeans rut in the first place.  According to my fashion guru's rules; no heels, no boots, nothing too-business like (pencil-skirts out, shirts with vests out), no gladiator sandals or anything remotely roman, no tight dresses and NOTHING THAT IS BLUE. But all these rules can be counter-acted if I wear a top that shows serious cleavage. SIGH. So again I am back to square one with one thought in mind ; serious cleavage. I roam Melbourne Central looking for a reasonably priced top that shows cleavage, with no luck and my mind numbed by pure frustration, I start to think...

What would I like to wear?

Seeing as this is MY body, MY temple in question...what do I feel suits my shape? What do I feel comfortable in? And what makes ME feel good?

No offence to my better half but I love heels and boots, I love tight dresses that I can get away with, blue is a nice colour as my eyes are blue and vests are awesome. Loving these things and wanting to wear them doesn't make me a fashion blunder, it just makes my tastes different which is an excellent thing otherwise we might as well all wear generic uniforms, so our inner eccentricity dies and conformity rises.