I'm a Fashion Disaster

Hello, my name is Teena, and I am a fashion disaster. Yup, I admit it. I know little to nothing about fashion and trends. Clothing brands and designer names may as well be hieroglyphics to me. I just don't get it. I love clothes and accessories as much as the next girl, but I've never understood buying something based on a name. I follow a strict 'never judge a dress by its label' rule. I shop by look and feel. Did it catch my eye? Does it feel good on? Do I look and feel good with it on? That's it. Those are my fashion rules. Trends have never factored in for me. 
 As a kid, I hated jeans. HATED them. I grew up in the 80's & 90's, so they were either too tight or too loose. And they felt like wearing potato sacks. It took me years to find brands and styles that felt comfortable to me. I never cared that "all the other kids were wearing them" or that I wasn't cool or in style. I only cared about comfort. 
Growing up, I rarely shopped at the stores my friends did. Partly because I couldn't afford to, but also because I didn't care for the styles. They just weren't me. I shopped at thrift stores WAY before Macklemore & Ryan Lewis made songs about it. I always liked the look of vintage clothing, plus everything was already soft and worn. And it was cheap! 
Now that I'm older, my styles might have changed, but I still shop the same way. I look for items that draw my eye and I only buy things that feel right on my skin. I still LOVE vintage, but I lean towards dresses and more feminine pieces than I did in my younger days. 
When I think of fashion, I think runways and magazine covers. I picture outfits that are more art than function and I just don't relate to that. I can appreciate it, sure. But I don't get it. My awesome and very dear friend, Vanessa, has a fashion blog, and I love it. I read it religiously. (Check it out here) She also loves vintage, and she can relate to my eclectic tastes, as well. She has a passion for fashion, that I certainly do not, but she has a sense of humor & whimsy that make it enjoyable to even disasters like myself. I need to bring her shopping with me. 
My closet is a hodge podge of random, unrelated items. Occasionally, I put things together that make it appear as if I know what I'm doing, but for the most part, I just dress according to my mood. In an average week, my style can go from cowgirl, to pin-up, to punk rocker. And then I'll have a whole month when I wear nothing but jeans and t-shirts. Like I said... fashion disaster. There is no rhyme or reason to my looks. I just wear what I like, and I like a lot of different things apparently. Very few of which are "on trend". But, I'm ok with that. I like my crazy style. It suits me. I will never grace the pages of Cosmo or have my own clothing line at Target. I will probably never recognize the names or faces of famous designers or own a pair of $1000 shoes. I am a fashion disaster... and I am just fine.