So this delightful post Sunday post has no photo on account of me not really getting dressed to do anything all day. Except a dash to the shops in my scruffs the Sabbath was passed largely on the sofa and largely in a state of semi consciousness. I think this is a common side effect of having a little bit too much fun. My body has begun to fail the unadulterated fun that my mind seeks and yesterday it went on strike.
But, dear blog followers, fear not for todays post. I was lucky enough to pick up Grazia Magazine in Sainsbury's during my shortlived trolley dash and consumed all of the latest fashion news in the windows of clarity that littered my somewhat fuzztastic day.
It was a largely pleasurable review of the week's celebrity and style developments. I caught up on Jen's latest conquest and sighed in despair, I love the girl but if we are to believe the papers surely she has had more men than the legendary Pavarotti had dinners? I was kept captivated with news that Cheryl was not only in hospital but in ITU with her malaria, I admit feeling a mild panic at the thought that my favourite fellow Geordie was so poorly. However a blot was placed on my serene afternoon when I got to page 30.
Following the Lovely Stella M's A/W catwalk shows which showcased more than a sprinkling of beauteous point toe courts (PTC's to the fashion literate amongst us) EVERYONE is wearing them, a little research substantiated that this is not a vicious rumour spread by Grazia alone, Elle also documents a rise in the number of celebrities sporting these early noughties classics. I am reliably informed by my trusty style bibles that the pointy will be the big shoe of Autumn. Every girl worth knowing will be hoofing the skyscraper platforms they have loved for the last two years and whizzing off for some therapeutic bank balance abuse to purchase these newly styled beauties. Now I can't help but think this represents not the meandering of fashion trend that I had dreamed of when I signed myself up for this challenge but is more akin to a hairpin bend. I am NERVOUS. I could be forced into style Siberia this is NOT cool.
If this wasn't nervewracking enough for me on Day 18, I was dealt a further blow when I reached page 42 and the 10th hot story of the week. Trousers are coming back. What in the name of the lord is going on? Trousers went out in my second year of Uni and I have seen not hide nor hair of them since. Faithful blog followers will know that the trouser is the least prominent member of my otherwise plentiful wardrobe. I own two pairs, neither particularly loved, or in fact worn. Both of them grey and both over 5 years old. At this point I admit to having a moment of genuine terror. Pointy shoes can be worked around with the two pairs I actually own, this is a completely different challenge. Bar knitting a pair with the wool of my favourite lounging blanket I fear there is little I can do to conform to this new addition to the fashion canvas. The Miracle Flare and I will not be united for quite some time and I feel I am going to struggle profusely. After quite a few years of grappling with opaque tights, there is a genuine allure to the idea of a new take on the trouser. Think Coco Chanel and the ladies that Yves Saint Laurent made so famous, how I would love to model my 26 year old self on their loveliness. Oh now I am sad, what made me do this silly silly thing?
I had imagined that to some extent I would be able to style and accessorise what I had to keep up with the style of the moment, these worrisome, some may say beastly developments suggest otherwise. I have more concern over my mental state than previously and feel I may need to call upon the support of my followers sooner than I first imagined.
On that note I am off to re examine my wardrobe in the vain hope that I will find something buried in it's depths that resembles a black, pointy toed classic and understated shoe........GULP
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