Fashion Sense?

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I was thinking today, how much I hate dress zippers. They always jam..seriously! I have my mom replace them with a bigger zipper sometimes, since she knows how to sew. It's like, I can see you can hide it in a dress easily..but it's totally dysfunctional otherwise. Anyone agree?

Maybe I would... but I never wear dresses. Only get zippers on pants. (I am a girl, but I don't use dresses or skirts)

Fashion is about your life style. Most of the stuff you see on runway shows and magazines caters to people whos lives revolve around fashion. That's about 1 percent of the population. Runway fashion also caters to people in a size 4 or less. That excludes another good chunk of the population.
And then there's the price of coutre fashion. Most of us don't spent $275 for a t -shirt, $550 for dress shirt, $1575 for a blazer and $800 for a pair of jeans along with the $499 pair of sneakers. And ofcourse all this will go out of style in 5 minutes if it hasn't already happened 3 months ago.
So runway fashion is made for wealthy thin people who's lives revolve around impractical artistic visions of designers who seem to make decisions on a whim inspried by whatever satori they've embarked on.
Without further commenting on the systems merits, here's a question I have: what is aspie fashion? Aspergers is not a lifestyle ofcourse, it's a genetic disposition. But sometimes our lifestyle revolves around it.
For myself, I'll get fixated on a certain item and then shop around dozens of stores until I find the right fit, color, price, design and I won't quit until I find one that's perfect for me. I search high and low, Nordstroms, Salvation Army, TJ Max, Target, Macys until I'm satisfied. I'll walk in, look at say black cargo pants ( my last mission) perhaps try a pair on and walk out.
There's fashion for people who don't think about fashion, fashion for fashionable people who don't want spend the money, but aspie fashion to me is elusive because it is so broad. When I find something I'm fixated with I'll shop til I drop. When I'm fixated on other things, I dress like I'm clueless. Orange T shirt, mismatched blue pants, doesn't matter, I've got better things to think about.
So that's my experience with fashion as an aspie. Sometimes I'm fixated with items, sometimes I totally ignore it. There is no inbetween. So I guess that's my aspie fashion.

I guess I have fashion sense; I have been complimented for the way I dress quite a few times. But I dress how I want. I've got a odd style that people respond to in extremes. Fortunately, all the people who don't like how I dress I consider to have bad style. Haha. I've got a few quirks: absolutely no red, but if it's got this certain shade of blue I would want it immediately. I wear it so often my friend's call it Joanna-blue. I do absolutely nothing with my hair, and wear little make-up. I don't like blue jeans at all. I am influenced by the latest fashion styles and trends but I don't try to follow them to fit in. I won't wear what I consider uncomfortable or embarrassing just because it's in a magazine, but I would if I understood why a certain item of clothing is popular (as in it looks good).

I have problems matching clothes, but finally, after think a long time, I find the correct match .

Fashion is not one of my priorities. I ask my mom for new clothes when I really need them (when almost all my clothes have holes ). At the store, my mom tries to choose that she consider "good clothes" for me, and I have a disapproval for each one: "It's very itchy", "It has a lot of flowers", "It's ugly", "It's very fit" . . . When I find something beautiful and comfortable for me I choose a lot of them but in different colors, because I spend a lot of time to find it and I don't want to waste more time for more clothes. My mom tries to convince me I need different styles of blouses, shirts, skirts and pants, but I always have a reply for her dialogues . So, I have in my wardrobe the same t-shirt/pants/skirt/blouse in different colors.

I have a similar thing going on. I don't know how many T-shirt's I have in my wardrobe! I've recently been getting back into wearing jeans; I was put off them as a kid because the button was always a child safety lock whether you were trying to do it or un-do it...

Unlike most people I feel my clothes all the time. The need to have clothes that feel comfortable against my skin is a real challenge. Fortunately I have my spouse to pick out my work clothes. Then I have my choices limited to things that will look OK no matter how I match them. Off-work times is jeans (well washed so all the stiffness is out) and tee-shirts.

I showed up for my job interview in a Tool (the band) t-shirt with a hole in it and jeans.

Thats pretty much my work uniform even though I do look a bit odd in a room full of ladies with high-heels and expensive blouses.

One time the CEO of the corporation came by to inspect the facility and here I was in black jeans and a black shirt with "Bite Me" written prominently across the front in large white letters.

I found out later everyone was mortified about him meeting me so were trying to keep me busy so I wouldnt be noticed.. it didnt work and I walked right up "So your the big boss man, huh? I was expecting someone taller.".

Apparently the guy had a good sense of humor though cause he laughed and I ended up getting invited to the dinner he was hosting that night for managment.

So heres a 95 pound girl in a t-shirt and bluejeans in a room full of guys in suits, Im chatting with the CEO swapping dirty jokes and drinking like a fish theyre squirming in their seats and making faces of horror at each other and Im completely ignoring their hints.

I got chewed out the next day by.. well.. just about everyone.. apparently they were afraid they were going to get fired or something.

About a week later my boss got an email telling him we were all getting raises

So I pretty much get to do as I please and as with everything considered "normal" you can take your fashion and stuff it

at one point I was working for a regional ISP doing tech support when the company was acquired by a larger global ISP. Our office was moved downtown and we were suddenly expected to dress "business" instead of "geek casual cuz they're in the back room and customers never see them".
Went out and bought 6 pairs of black Hagar chinos, and 6 black polo shirts. Kinda wound up looking like a parody of myself, but I could really care less. I was comfy, appropriately dressed, and more importantly, didn't have to spend an hour every day trying to figure out what to wear.

The hardest time I ever had was transitioning from military school to public school. Military school was great because we had certain circumstances for which uniform was worn when. Public school, not so much. I had my own style and, in retrospect, I looked like an utter dork.

Now I tend to wear a black t-shirt, decent pair of jeans or cargo pants or, in the summer, my cargo shorts. At this point, I'm 35, I don't care what people think of the way I dress. If they really take issue with my clothing, I daresay it's not me who has issues.

In elementary school, I wore sweat pants until I was in grade 6 or so.. Then:

In highschool, I wore a blank t-shirt and jeans everyday until grade 12.. Then I sported a bit more colour (i.e. music shirts)..

Now, I dress "in style" but really, its golf shirts, casual shirts, khakis.. I wear what works.. If I am around the house I dress like trash but if I go out I tend to dress a bit better mainly because its not often I go out so..

I know what looks good but I'm comfortable in a plain golf shirt with khakis

Clothes I have are out of style or are child looking. I never care what I wear when I'm home. But when I want to go out trolling for men, I try to dress like an adult.

When I was little all I wore were stretch pants and I had loose ones too but I hated jeans. I remember I hated button tops too and certain clothing if it was too boring.

I never wear make up and I hardly put stuff in my hair. All I use are barettes, hair ties, heand bands and these little clip things to keep my bangs out of my face when I'm at work.

When I was a kid I remember wanting to match my clothes with my peers because i thought if I dressed just like them, everyone would like me and stop making fun of me and I stop being treated differently. There are still clothes I see on people I like and wish I had the same.

Now I never wear stretch pants because I had low self esteem about my legs and plus they were out of style then but I see they are coming back in style but I still don't wish to show my thighs. I'd rather wear a long shirt if I were to wear stretch pants again. I have seen a few I liked because of what was on them.


Oh yeah i try to make my clothes match too. I have lot of shirts I don't even wear because I have nothing that goes with them. I keep buying shirts when I'm at second hand stores. I usually buy used clothes because they're cheaper.

I do have some fashion sense but I sedom practiced it. Maybe just a little as a teenage but not much more. Even then I usually only confined to hairstyles and/or footwear.

Fashion Sense? ... maybe a little, still, but I don't use it for myself. The last half of my working life I was in portrait photography and I closely followed what all the other top photographers and models were doing in the magazines. I learned it well and applied some of it to my own work as only autism will allow.

For me it's all about comfort. That means cotton usually. Jeans and t-shirts, mostly or my least faded cotton Dockers and a button-up shirt if I want to look "dressy". Generally speaking, even though I'm an Old Phart, I dress the way my Momma showed me.

I think this is awesome! There are some jobs I won’t even go for because I don’t want to dress up. By wearing unconventional clothing at your job you are making it easer for other people to do so as well. I think the more people who do this the more accepted it will become.

My fashion sense depends on which gender-mode I present in. On those rare occasions when I dress as a man, I am very sloppy and do not hang up my clothes.

I have learned to pass dressed as a woman. This is my exploration of Subjective Reality. The rule is that women have fewer rules than men; at least, I do not pay any attention to most of the rules. I am usually over-dressed, and at church I am always the best dressed.

People seldom ever stare at me, and if they do, it is usually about what I am wearing, not who I am. My rose-colored dress attracts many stares.

I actually do not have much intuitive fashion sense. My wife often tells me to change something, even though I thought it was just fine. One fashion no-no is a top and a skirt with different floral patterns. Reds of different shades often do not mix well, and the same can be said for blues.

People are often mystified why I would rather look like a woman. The freedom of style suits me. I can be dressed in dull brown, gray, or black; or I can dress in colors like a peach top with a tangerine skirt. My wife says that the latter is really pushing the fashion envelope.

Perhaps this is true, but I don’t really care what that kind of person thinks of me.