I’m still having some trouble getting my head around Mondays. Now I’m running out of things to rant about I just don’t know what direction to head into. To be honest, I haven’t been in the best mood today because of work dramas so I’ve been tempted to let off steam about it here. Although, I never wanted this blog to be about that kind of thing and I don’t want to waste my time or your time doing. So instead, I decided to turn to a topic that I’ve often thought about including more of here but decided it’s better for all involved that I don’t: fashion. Or, in actuality, lifestyle blogs. Despite my love of criticism, I don’t read a lot of book/film review blogs. Probably because I’m too afraid that I’ll realise how sub-par I am if I’m more aware of what’s out there but maybe just because it’d be a bit like a busman’s holiday. I am, however, weirdly obsessed with posts about beauty and fashion despite being a complete novice in both of these areas.
To be honest, the whole process strikes me as odd because, really, what does it say about you as a person that you think you have such great style that you feel compelled to give other people advice with no real credibility in the field? I mean, yes, it’s a bit rich of me to say that as an amateur critic but I’d be grateful if we could all ignore this glaringly obvious example of hypocritical behaviour for the duration of this post. What kind of ordinary person looks in the mirror and thinks ‘the world needs to see what I’m wearing today so they can learn from it’? It’s weird. Or maybe it says more about my lack of faith in my own ability to put an ensemble together.
I’m not an incredibly girly person and I’ve never been too bothered about keeping on trend or spending all my money on make-up and designer handbags. Still, I love clothes and always like to look nice: in this sense it’s a relative term and I understand that my standards are much lower that most people. All I’m really looking for is something that makes me look and fell okay about myself for a bit. Mostly that happens to be the same four or five outfits with slight modifications but that’s okay. The rest of my wardrobe is very pop culture and nerd heavy because that’s me. I’ve probably bought more Teefury t-shirts in the past few years than I’ll need in my lifetime but I can’t help myself.
However, a close friend of mine happens to be incredibly judgemental when it comes to matters like this and it always makes me feel a little inadequate/uncomfortable. Recently, she came to see me and I showed her the three pairs of shoes I’d just bought. I’ve been coveting one for ages and I still believe they are the most beautiful pair of shoes I’ve ever owned. The other two were more risque for my tastes and I was a bit iffy about them. She hated them but did her best to hide her disgust. Ultimately, it won’t change my opinion of her as a person but I do have to wonder why it matters so much. There are some people who never grew out of that school/teenage mentality of only being friends with the right type of people and that the clothes someone wears is an indication of who they are as a person.
I’m luck to have a group of friends who, for the most part, don’t really pay attention to what I or they wear. It makes things more relaxed and we can focus on important issues. Rather than sitting and discussing fashion trends we talk about real world issues or argue about insignificant things likes films. We stimulate each other and it’s great. Not that I’m suggesting a love of fashion and intellectuality are mutually exclusive, of course. That would be insane. All I’m saying is, my priorities lie elsewhere.
That’s not to say that I don’t spend much of my time/money on clothes though. My ASOS account is always on the verge of bankrupting me and my saved items list has, at times, reached sublime (in the Edmund Burke sense) levels. However, my instincts for what looks good and what I should be wearing are questionable and I tend to be distracted by shiny/pretty/vintage things that I have no chance of pulling off. Like one of the aforementioned pairs of shoes which were a gorgeous pair of gold leather brogues. Something that many a person could make work but which made me look like an outcast of the Rat Pack. I’ve since sent them back, which, I feel I should point out, was entirely my own decision and have nothing to do with my friends judgement.
So, I often turn to things like fashion blogs and Pinterest before I make any big clothes purchasing decisions. However, it often makes me laugh because much of the important advice is actually incredibly redundant. The other day I was being overly dramatic about weighing up the pros and cons of buying a backpack. Yes, it’s hardly an Earth shattering choice but, having something of a chubby toddler’s head, I need to ensure I keep on the right side of adult here. So I googled “how to style backpacks” and came across an insanely helpful page that gave me 3 options.
- Wear it on both shoulders
- Wear it on one shoulder
- Carry it in you hand