I don't like to shop, yet I care about how my clothes represent who I am and how I don't want to portray a conformity to the lacey, flowery, pink templates that all mainstream brands seem to think women want.
Sometimes when I dress in the morning, I wonder how others view me. I want to be seen as very carefree, as someone who prefers to loll about in a meadow of wildflowers absorbed in a book, as free as the wind to carry me off anywhere and everywhere. I don't like structure and I defy all matching rules. I love red shoes, black tops, tee-shirts with some witty representation (even if it is only to my own humour) or with a japanese print on it, baggy cotton pants, light cotton scarves, long printed skirts and colourful bracelets from exotic places. I hate wearing dresses and will usually wear my jeans underneath. My favourite outfit consists of my red red crocs, green paisley shift dress, comfy jeans, and a bright purple cardigan. And today, I bought the most perfect pair of orange-framed sunglasses to top up this wanderlusting confection.
Clothes present to others a part of our personality. It's the very first impression we make. Everyone is a fashionista in their own closeted way.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
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