I like to play a game where I have an imaginary £10,000 to spend on clothes and accessories at Harvey Nichols or Selfridges in a single afternoon. I do actually have excellent taste but am without the budget (not to mention the figure) to make this dream a reality. Okay, so I could go all 'Sienna' and put things together myself but I just don't have the time, as creative as I like to think I am.
I have been reading fashion magazines since the year dot, so I certainly know my Hermes from my H&M. Has it inspired me to pursue fashionista status? Not exactly. Has it given me size zero tendencies? Hell no. So I don't know if I'm a fashion follower so much as a 'fashion appreciator.'
Oh god, is that just an excuse for being broke and fat?
But I don't flick through magazines wearing my smock and gladiator sandals thinking "okay, so volume is out, but body-con is in, but maybe my sandals can carry me through autumn, what with the new warrior look and everything." You know, I flick through the magazines and I study the fashion pages (as I always have done) thinking "oh, that's devine..." Then I go to my wardrobe and put together an only slightly updated version of a look I have probably had for the past 10 years. I mean, for god's sake, am I really destined to become one of those women whose 'look' is stuck in a timewarp (ie. when they looked their best- in my case Summer 2001)?
I look forward to 2047 when I'll be wheeling my granny jeep to the grocers wearing wedges, liquid eyeliner, a big, f*ck off necklace and, I don't know, maybe a sheer polka-dot shirt for good measure.
1 comment:
You are too hard on yourself and sometimes I wonder why you haven't used your passion for fashion in your career, or at least become a social identity for no particular reason, wherever you have been. I think the best is yet to come for you. You are not fat. You are not fat. You are not fat.
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