Style Note #2 for my #FindingYou series is a celebration of those promising pockets of sunshine after cold winter days. You never want to be the first person in the year to get your legs out, but that doesn’t phase me. When I wake up, I sit and listen for the sounds outside. It’s easy to tell whether its going to be dreary or one of those fist pump, bright and crisp days from the sounds of the cars driving by, the footsteps on the pavement and how light it is in the room. Spring is coming.
The first place I went after restarting my entire wardrobe was Nobody’s Child. I’d never shopped there before but as I am now in a full on identity style crisis and trying to find my personal style, I thought I’d give it a go rather than the usual shops I frequent. I’ve been loving turtle/polo necks on me and long sleeves that go down to my knuckles and I saw a lovely long-sleeved grey dress with just that.
I thought I’d start another mini series on the blog as I try to move forward with a healthier mindset after a few months of stress. I decided one day that I wasn’t going to let stress envelop me and I was going to embrace a healthy balance between life and work. I wouldn’t say “return to my former self”, as I’ve learned a lot and grown from my experiences, but I would like to move towards a healthier and fulfilling lifestyle that my twenties should be. Talking about my stress is hard to write about. Instead of delving into something that could be quite dark and personal, Finding You, for the moment, is about rediscovering my sense of style as a “working metaphor”. The process of sorting out my wardrobe can be concurrent with sorting myself out physically and emotionally behind the scenes, which is on a much bigger scale.
So, the 70s trend is nearly over. I feel like it was a bit marmite: you either loved it or hated it. Except for me, who wasn’t bothered.
I’m not usually one to follow trends. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I seem to manage to grab hold of items just before the bandwagon enters the station. Maybe I succumb to the subliminal psychology of the first couple of pieces in shop windows, or maybe I’m just psychic. This isn’t really AW15, I’m not very good at coats. Or layering. Or dressing for the cold. So there. View Post