The end of the week was both challenging and delightfully easy. The weekend passed in a blur of fun with not even the inkling of an urge to part with any hard cash in a retail environment. All hard cash was in fact channelled into the Rose wine industry which I endeavour to support on most Fridays. The sunshine did what I believe is commonly known as 'a runner' and hasn't been spotted since Wednesday which presented in itself an excellent opportunity to diversify the going out clothes and I delved into the Autumnal wardrobe for both Friday and Saturday night. Please note due to Rose wine induced memory loss I am unable to document the evening outfits for your delectation as I forgot to chronicle them digitally with my trusty Canon.
The real blow of the week was dealt on Friday as tatty devine sent through their e-newsletter to my account. I have long been a mega fan of the name necklace and have not only invested in my own but have found them to be excellent gifts for the discerning friend. However my inner bliss was seriosly compromised at 10.34am as they announced a sale AND new and marvellous fonts. I was overcome with creative desire for a green one saying peas and an orange saying carrots. I can picture them now in 'chips' the new font and genuinely felt bereft at the thought that I cannot make my dream come true. But as my delightful and incredibly insightful BFF said...'Dude, you've made your bed...' OUCH.
If I can say so myself, I gathered inner strength and managed to move on from this incident with remarkable spirit and speed, making a mental note to buy myself the first of many gifts on July 1st 2011.
Day 14: Wintry rumblings break the blissful sunshine in the form of solid British cloud cover, inevitably we are forced to reach for the layers and, sadly the boots in order to keep tootsies dry and avoid frostbite. Ah the wonders of a North West July morning
Day 16: Yes I do believe that wearing a summery skirt could make the sun come out. However my faith was shaken as the day wore on and the rumblings of thunder were heard in the East....TUT
A hangover and a lot of rain, led to the mid year unearthing of my most favourite comfort coat....ahhh the animal is back.
The weekend ponderings centred mainly around the act of 'getting ready'. I have always been somewhat fascinated by the individual rituals that each girl refines as she learns how she wishes to present herself on an evening out. Of course for the puposes of these pages my focus centres around the clothes the girl puts on. For simplicity, I will be the girl. I always think about what I am going to wear before I get to my wardrobe, potentially this limits me only to what I can remember that I own and in fact maybe limits me to outfit combos I have created in the past. Something I may have to reconsider when times get tougher.
However, I think first and foremost of the type of evening and then of the people I am steeping out with. Firstly I consider what part of my personality should be showcased, which I believe is another nail in the coffin of individuality as I suppose my personal style must therefore be tempered by it's audience. Secondly I consider what wore last time I was out with this group of people and what they have seen me wear before. Critically, for reasons I have yet to begin to unravel, we always want to look like we are wearing something new, not that one has plumped for a timeless classic with supernatural slimming and lengthening powers.
The outfit is constructed with the loving care that one would deliver to a small sleepy kitten or indeed a set of birthday cupcakes. The bag, the shoes, the jewellery are all considered. I often construct from accessories upwards as I find it easier to look different, but this weekend it was all about the t-shirt dresses and opaques, simple and effective for chilled out cocktails and dancing to cheesy pop. I guess, what I wonder is why when we have seen our friends in the day time with our makeup smudged and our hair scraped back, do we bother to go through such a rigmoral as day turns to night?
I kind of think I need to write a list of things I am thinking about and think of how I can get the answers otherwise, heaven forbid, my blog will be a minefield of unanswered questions.
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