Self - Portrait in Mirror #1. eh.
Two years ago I would never have posted a picture of myself wearing a jumper and a pair of jeans. Even a year ago, the idea of such a mundane outfit being given centre stage would have been inconceivable. Just goes to show that things really have changed. On New Year’s Eve I posted about the type of clothes I am after now and posting the below image is, I guess, a mark of that. I felt comfortable and warm and weather appropriate today, and I am happy to admit that.
Two years ago I wore frilled skirts and feathers in my hair, obsessed with wanting to stand out. I love people who stand out due to what they wear. I admire it so much – it takes guts. I’ve had my fair share of WTF looks passed at me over the years, and most of the time I have taken it on the chin. But I am not the same person as I was two years ago (although I have always, always advocated the need of a wonderful warm woolly), and where back then I felt comfortable in more out there ensembles, now I feel more comfortable, more like myself, in simple and well chosen items. I also want to ‘get the wear’ out of all my clothes – items that can be dressed up, dressed down and made look all shiny and new with a quick change of tights and an unusual necklace.
Without being all soppy about it, I want my clothes to express a part of me – something about the kind of person I am (let’s not try and figure out what a thick wool jumper says about me though, eh? Er...lazy, not too bothered probably...I would prefer practical and eh... fuss free... ). I dress according to whims and pretty much always have done. I have noticed though a bit more consistency... and who knows, maybe at long last I am beginning to find some consistency in my style. Regardless, I think I’ve finally learnt that I don’t need to apologise for not being ‘out there’ enough or not taking enough risks (as in sense I’ve been there; I’ve worn all the crinolines, red lipstick, zany tights, buttoned - up shirts, winklepickers, headbands, berets, midi lengths, maxi lengths, furs, feathers, sequins etc etc , and it goes without saying that I still love and ardently defend and admire that sort of 'fantastic fashion', just right now it's not necessarily for me). I am beginning to understand however, that being true to yourself is the only thing necessary in order to dress well and whether that means wool jumpers one day or flouncy layers the next, then so bit it.