I might not be as revolutionary as Coco Chanel, as out there as Vivienne Westwood or elegant as Vera Wang. Heck, I’m not even a designer, socialite or fashion wizz. I’m not as daring as Taylor Momsen, as quirky as Zooey Deschanel or well rounded as Blake Lively and I’m not afraid to admit any of it.
The truth is though, I love clothes. I’ve never necessarily focused on the latest trends and even when I did, I hardly followed them. Yet, I’ve always loved different textiles, colours and cuts. Even as a baby, according to mum, I loved the feel of the satin seams on my baby blanket.
Growing up, I struggled to find myself in a clutter of styles, splashed all over the fashion pages of magazines. I tried them all, but never quite felt comfortable in any of them. I found it hard to commit to one style and found myself hating my cupboard more often than Lady Gaga changes her hair. The only thing that always remained constant, was the feeling that I wanted to have an unique style.
It was only when I hit my 20’s that I found that style and discovered it’s okay to make your wardrobe a mish mash of things you love and it’s even better to dress the way you feel, rather than the way you think you should.
Now, I wake up every morning and when I feel like being over the top, I am. If I prefer to stay in tracksuit pants, that’s okay too. This blog isn’t going to be an outlet for a girl that regards herself as best dress or most fashionable. Rather, a girl that enjoys her clothes and tries to stay knowledgeable.
I hope you enjoy this as much as I do.