At the age of 19, I was stuck in a tramp rut (What am I talking about I'm still in it).
What I'm trying to say is that ... fashion is not my forte ... never has been. Continually throughout my adolescent youth my own family refused to accompany me in the streets because of my dress sense (or lack of) and it wasn't because I was an exhibitionist.
Oh no, far from it. I was (and still am) the girl with crumpled jeans, frumpy baggy shirts, messy hair and unpolished shoes. Sure I make an effort when its required of me ... but I find it so easy to slump back into my nonchalant tramp-sheek (kinda of like chic but without effort) ways.
but ... as I'm getting older I feel the need to banish the demon of slothful style to reach a normalised aesthetic. Sure I'll never be a toothpick of glamour but, I'd like to be a colourful dumpling instead of a sack of bumpy potatoes.
so i'm challenging myself to ... make an effort .... for me ... and my sanity
when your own mother remarks that a top you bought 'finally looks youthful' you know you've spent a decade in granny clothes (shakes head)
I refuse to be kept under this abuse ... so i'm stealing style!... I will be chic!! ... even if its makes me a tad cold ... I mean cool :)
(cool is still cool right?)
... so is this the beginning of a style blog? ... nah ... just expect a 'fashion post' once in a blue moon ... and don't laugh at my choices ... I'm sensitive to faceless criticism it will set off my
hmmm ... what a challenge ... :o( ... :o) ... I await your tips and recommendations ... seriously I need the help :o) x
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