Tuesday, 29 June 2010
Saturday, 26 June 2010
No more space for the basics
Clearing out my room seemed an appropriate summer task after returning from my first year at uni. I am now older, wiser and deserve a grown up room. But one thing crossed my mind while I sorted through my childhood possessions that tidied away in drawers and boxes. I don't see how I have accumulated so many clothes, how did I afford all of these? Some of the items, I don't even know why I bought them. Mostly things from Primark that were so cheap I thought that I should buy them. But hardly worn, they now hang, taking up valuable space in my wardrobe. Recently, I have even begun shopping in the men's section of Primark. Its not fair, they get better t-shirt designs which can easily be transformed into a feminine cropped T with a few snips from fabric scissors. They are different and refreshing from the usually stocked mundane women's t-shirts. Surveying my wardrobe however, I have made some great purchases from the big P. My denim jacket has been my goes with anything companion since last summer and is still one of my favorite pieces of clothing. Definitely worthy of the closet space.
Although I know I will never wear some of these items, and I know they are just sitting there unloved. But I cannot bring myself to get rid of some of them! Is it that small chance that I might wear them again? Even though I have hundreds of items to choose from before them. Or is it the fact that even though I don't know why I bought them, I still did? They cost me money so I feel guilty by just chucking them away.
NOTE TO SELF - FROM NOW ON: ONLY BUY KEY ITEMS - NOT RANDOM WARDROBE FILLING CRAP!
Although I know I will never wear some of these items, and I know they are just sitting there unloved. But I cannot bring myself to get rid of some of them! Is it that small chance that I might wear them again? Even though I have hundreds of items to choose from before them. Or is it the fact that even though I don't know why I bought them, I still did? They cost me money so I feel guilty by just chucking them away.
NOTE TO SELF - FROM NOW ON: ONLY BUY KEY ITEMS - NOT RANDOM WARDROBE FILLING CRAP!
Sunday, 20 June 2010
Jump in the mud
We go to festivals to watch our favorite bands, re-live that childhood game - stuck in the mud, and wash using baby wipes, longing for that next shower. Yet at this years Isle of Wight festival, my first after being a festival virgin, I found something else to watch. People.
Festivals churn out some of the best ensembles of the year and can you blame us when there are thousands of people to impress? Watching the fashion saunter by with my comrades, sweetened the stale smell of the long toilet queue, and was the talking point for much of our time, whether we looked in lust or uttered words of disapproval. I was bombarded with emails from TOPSHOP and ASOS claiming their festival fashion musts, so what came out on top at this festival?
Of course wellies were in high demand this year as within minutes of arriving at the campsite our clothes became wet while we rushed along with others to create our tent. Hunter is the ultimate in wellie chic giving an equestrian twist on the festival uniform of sunnies, shorts and boots. I was impressed by a variation on the wellie, modeled by a group of girls in front of us in the 2 HOUR queue for a bus! Sporting a jodpur boot style wellie, a pair in yellow and pink, these girls had festival style and protection without the snag of the bulky footwear. Mini wellies: excellent!
The high waisted denim short was very popular this year. Its the perfect retro summer look. I took my denim babies to the festival and teamed them with a cropped t-shirt, allowing a tad of tummy into the sun. Captured by our washed out disposables, I looked as though I had travelled back to the 60's with my long messy hair; tamed by a band of pale pink flowers. What a hippie! I do love my light wash TOPSHOP highwaisters but I think my ultimate pair, a pair I long to pull on would be Levi's. Stoned washed and slightly baggy for that worked and casual look. My perfect companion for the beach on these lovely summer days. One day.
But back to the existing, these short shorts carry a hazard. Beware of the saggy bums popping out! I am all for the small, but this is not a pretty sight. Even the males in our IOW group displayed looks of dismay. DON'T DO IT!
Sometimes you long for an item of clothing, that nothing seems acceptable until you find the right one. Its the long jumpsuit for me. A few appearances at the IOW had my comrades and I lusting after them, following its stride before turning each other and knowing exactly what the other was thinking. I WANT IT!
Its an item that has to be exactly perfect before considered for purchase. The print, cut and style all have to be taken for scrutinisation. I think my perceived jumpsuit would be of the sleeveless, loosely tailored variety. Effortlessly cool, flowing around me. Not necessarily printed, just one quirky colour would do with the ability to unbutton the front to reveal an exciting t-shirt below, or button up and layer with a jacket of denim or biker leather. Give me time, I will find you!
Festivals churn out some of the best ensembles of the year and can you blame us when there are thousands of people to impress? Watching the fashion saunter by with my comrades, sweetened the stale smell of the long toilet queue, and was the talking point for much of our time, whether we looked in lust or uttered words of disapproval. I was bombarded with emails from TOPSHOP and ASOS claiming their festival fashion musts, so what came out on top at this festival?
Of course wellies were in high demand this year as within minutes of arriving at the campsite our clothes became wet while we rushed along with others to create our tent. Hunter is the ultimate in wellie chic giving an equestrian twist on the festival uniform of sunnies, shorts and boots. I was impressed by a variation on the wellie, modeled by a group of girls in front of us in the 2 HOUR queue for a bus! Sporting a jodpur boot style wellie, a pair in yellow and pink, these girls had festival style and protection without the snag of the bulky footwear. Mini wellies: excellent!
The high waisted denim short was very popular this year. Its the perfect retro summer look. I took my denim babies to the festival and teamed them with a cropped t-shirt, allowing a tad of tummy into the sun. Captured by our washed out disposables, I looked as though I had travelled back to the 60's with my long messy hair; tamed by a band of pale pink flowers. What a hippie! I do love my light wash TOPSHOP highwaisters but I think my ultimate pair, a pair I long to pull on would be Levi's. Stoned washed and slightly baggy for that worked and casual look. My perfect companion for the beach on these lovely summer days. One day.
But back to the existing, these short shorts carry a hazard. Beware of the saggy bums popping out! I am all for the small, but this is not a pretty sight. Even the males in our IOW group displayed looks of dismay. DON'T DO IT!
Sometimes you long for an item of clothing, that nothing seems acceptable until you find the right one. Its the long jumpsuit for me. A few appearances at the IOW had my comrades and I lusting after them, following its stride before turning each other and knowing exactly what the other was thinking. I WANT IT!
Its an item that has to be exactly perfect before considered for purchase. The print, cut and style all have to be taken for scrutinisation. I think my perceived jumpsuit would be of the sleeveless, loosely tailored variety. Effortlessly cool, flowing around me. Not necessarily printed, just one quirky colour would do with the ability to unbutton the front to reveal an exciting t-shirt below, or button up and layer with a jacket of denim or biker leather. Give me time, I will find you!
Thursday, 17 June 2010
Sweet Sixteen
So I'm back from the Isle of Wight festival, clean, fresh and re-fueled after days of eating stodgy super noodles and overpriced fajitas. Looking back through the festival footage, (you know just for the slightest chance that you may catch a glimpse of the top of your head or your hand frantically waving around in the sea of hands), bobbing my head on the sofa along to the sounds of Calvin Harris, The Strokes and Vampire Weekend. And then there I was, in the crowd jumping around in front of Daisy Dares You, found by locating the sight of my friend's crazy hair.
After the excitement of being on the tellybox I began to think about the set that Daisy had given us, the dirty talk, the attitude, her screams! Nothing like what I expected from a few listens of her fluffy single 'Number one enemy,' giving us a show, storming round the stage and collapsing on the floor, her young arms and legs flailing! Her dirty talk amusing and yet slightly uncomfortable, not something you would expect from a sixteen year old. 'Sixteen!' I exploded when I found out, 'She is sixteen?' Then it hit me. She is three years younger than me, and she is that cool! Rocking a plain, daringly short black t-shirt dress with a white Chanel logo, dressed perfectly with her long, blonde messy hair. It had me trawling through my favorite shopping sites to find an equivelant t-dress. No such luck yet, but I will find one!
After the excitement of being on the tellybox I began to think about the set that Daisy had given us, the dirty talk, the attitude, her screams! Nothing like what I expected from a few listens of her fluffy single 'Number one enemy,' giving us a show, storming round the stage and collapsing on the floor, her young arms and legs flailing! Her dirty talk amusing and yet slightly uncomfortable, not something you would expect from a sixteen year old. 'Sixteen!' I exploded when I found out, 'She is sixteen?' Then it hit me. She is three years younger than me, and she is that cool! Rocking a plain, daringly short black t-shirt dress with a white Chanel logo, dressed perfectly with her long, blonde messy hair. It had me trawling through my favorite shopping sites to find an equivelant t-dress. No such luck yet, but I will find one!
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