Sunday, 23 February 2014
Tuesday, 22 January 2013
There are some things I won’t wear (namely anything chenille).
Some things I can’t wear (namely hot pants)....
...but after this, I still think that there's nothing that I shouldn't wear because it may or may not make me look more or less attractive/approachable/sexy or all of the above.
My fashion partner in crime may feel that her relationship may have had an effect on her quirky dressing, but could this not have been exactly what caught her young mans eye in the first place? or else just a natural evolution of her style?
Lord knows, I'm not wearing the same
stuff I did 10 years ago (Well...actually...)
What I'm actually most pleased about is that I've made friends with my face.
In the past, we've had a bit of a love/hate relationship, but when I had nowhere else to hide - no bells, no whistles and no diversion tactics - we had some quality time together, and I realised we're a winning combination...
It’s true that you sometimes have to strip everything back to find out who you are, and I think I’ve done that. And who I am is a woman who is quite happy to please noone but herself when considering what to wear.
Although I’ve had some fun over 30 days pretending I'm not….
So will I be shaving my head anytime soon? Probably not.
But I realise now that my canvas doesn’t always need to be so……Heavily embellished.
I don’t need all the razzle dazzle, but I like a bit of hardwear every once and a while. After all, it’s my party, and I’ll rock if I want to!
In truth, I took on all the pearls of wisdom that my male friends gifted to me as part of my research and there was a distinct increase in the frequency of declarations of interest. However, I’m not sure if this was simply because I was on the lookout for it… (intentionise, intentionise)...
My antennae were highly attuned.
It wasn’t until I was back in my civvies and 'unadulterated St. Louis,' complete with a gold metal collar from the V and A museum, (The shop. It wasn’t a smash and grab by a woman driven mental by fashion gubbins deprivation) 50s style quiff, black studded stilettos, a black dress and the reddest, glossiest lipstick I could get my hands on that I got chatted up by the hottest, funniest, most direct, most honest and possibly the bravest bloke who’d tried his luck with me for a long time.
It wasn’t a ‘feminine’ one.
I looked like Boudicca at a black tie dinner.
Friday, 21 December 2012
Black Margiela jacket
Should fit right in amongst the coldharbour ciabattia chomping crowd.
John offers me a pair of furry leopard print gloves in an effort to enhance my feminine status.... I agree wholeheartedly. Any excuse to get my hands on more accessories.
Hmmmm. Methinks they make my hands look more like paws rather than ladies fingers!!!
Sunday, 16 December 2012
Monday, 10 December 2012
‘How’s it going?’ he asks. ‘Last time I saw it, it was day 5 or something…Got any results yet?’
‘The ones I asked said they considered it lazy dressing…and that’s putting it kindly. Let’s just say that they felt strongly that there were other more flattering items of clothing that ladies could and should wear.’
This is almost as revolutionary as the husband that told me he likes his wife to wear the poncho and military jacket he bought for her (although I presume not at the same time.)
You don’t want your heart to sink every time she shows up to meet you because you don’t think you’re not gonna like what she’s wearing….but at the same time, I reckon it’s one of the cruellest things in the world to tell a girlfriend that you don’t like how she dresses….That’s just mean....’
Maybe it's not good to be unnoticable, or is he saying that you should be noticed for the right reasons? and if so, what are they??...
Do I care?
I go hard, or go home.
...'Massively' is a big word...
…Also randomly warns me against any LV bags… I tell him there’s no danger of that as I haven’t got one anymore…
Maybe it’s a good job that someone knicked my satchel…