Salutations! I promised an egotistical, narcissistic post devoted to myself and my own clothes, so here it is. Having done my german listening exam today and performed the distressing task of doing the washing up for my mother like the dutiful daughter I am, I think I deserve some 'Me!' Anyway, on with the post and what I am wearing. This is quite an easy look. The dress is comfortable and easy to pull on on days when I don't feel like accessorising or putting much more than a jacket and bag on - with accessories, it can feel a little smothered at times... which sometimes I don't mind. Later on in the day, I put on my brother's light green blazer with it, and that worked well though I unfortunately forgot to take a picture. Talking of pictures, I know there are many where one would have done, but I couldn't narrow them down. At times, I'm stubborn and impulsive, but often I'm plain indecisive.
<<< Flash of my Ralph Lauren glasses and my eyebrows, terribly in need of grooming (But I have an appointment at a salon some time this week. Aha!)
>>> My hair in a simple demi-ponytail, and much shorter than it was when I did the last post of what I was wearing.
There is something slightly Hippie-like about this ensemble. I feel as if I should almost be a singer in a 1970s Eurovision entry.
However, I keep it funky and colourful, setting the dress off with my beautiful yellow 'Cambridge Satchel Company' satchel bag. This is my favourite bag at the moment because of the practicality, the lightness and the fact I do not need to carry it constantly. I am considering purchasing a couple more, though maybe off ebay this time.
<<< One of my favourite elements to this dress is the sleeves! I have a fashion-fetish for puffy sleeves and closely-fitted cuffs with buttons...
(It's why I have such a fixation with New Romanticism - yes, I know there was more to it than poet shirts; naturally, I liked those areas - but anything even slightly byronic makes my pulse quicken. Yes, I know what I am wearing is not byronic, I was just commenting on the phenomenon of byronic clothing)
...I also love the colours. I know many people would consider this hideous, but it is purely because they would not be willing to give it a chance. Hardly any piece of clothing is actually hideous if worn by the right person, in the right way with confidence and courage of conviction (Shoes are a different matter though. I hate to generalise, but step away from Uggs and Crocks. Who invented those atrocities?
You might notice that in many of the previous photos I am not wearing shoes (I spent half my childhood barefoot, what can you do about it? That is not to say I am not completely and utterly devoted to my footwear - I talk to my shoes, and say sorry if I feel I have hurt them... like when I throw them across a room, but if I am outside and it is not really right to wear anything other than flip-flops, then I will go barefoot. I do not like tongs - at all!) but in the last two I am, as is demonstrated on this photo to the left. These were actually my character shoes for ballet, but since stopping I have no qualms in wearing them to go out. They fit nicely, are sensible and go with anything.
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