I’ve never been a dedicated follower of fashion, and I do understand that clothes can change what others think of you. I try to be interested when thinking about work clothes or party outfits but I struggle more with how clothes can affect your self-worth. I know nice clothes will make you feel good but turning that into action when I can access a pair of scruffy trousers and an ill-fitting T-shirt.
I’m sorry to hear about your friend. It hits so hard when someone you thought that would be around forever is taken from us xx
I’m sorry about your friend Liz. I lost a friend of 40 yrs last year and it’s made me determined to make the most of my life, including getting on with the writing. Fashion has always been a trial for me, at five foot and barely an inch, clothes have never fit. I can count on one hand the outfits that made me feel good as a teen/young adult, and remember them distinctly. The advantage of age is not feeling the need to follow trends but accepting my body and wearing what I like, what fits and most importantly, what’s comfortable. I don’t mean slouchy (although they have their place) just not digging into flesh in places you’d rather it didn’t!
Thanks so much, Lesley. And I am very sorry about your friend too. I hope you are doing okay. 😘
I’ve had the opposite problem to you in that I struggle to get jeans/trousers long enough. I have a long body and low waist, which means, according to my sister, that I have an amazing ability to ruin a good dress. 👗 😬
Really sorry to hear about your friend, hun. Grief is a strange lens to acclimatise to.
Crazy the way we doubt ourselves now and back then. Crazy the confidence we had, too. I often wonder if I'm holding on to what was far too tightly the other I get... xx
Top Shop was my nemesis. Everything was the size of a napkin!
Thanks Jane. I have so many happy memories with my friend. Very happy days. I’m looking forward to trying to piece my style together again. How are things with you? Xx
Sorry to hear about your friend who died, Liz. I think grief does make us re-evaluate, and when we re-emerge we're not quite sure where we fit.
I recognise the excitement you felt going shopping as a teenager. I ogled the clothes in Polyanna in Barnsley when I was a teen in the 1970s. Only ever managed to afford one skirt from there, in the sale! (The peasantish petticoats under skirts era.)
There are definitely some shops that don't feel like "mine" any more, but I dislike clothes shopping these days anyway, so I'm not too conflicted about it!
Thanks for your kindness, Wendy. Grief really does change everything. I remember Pollyanna. Don’t think I ever dared go in. I feel much like you about shopping.
I’ve never been a dedicated follower of fashion, and I do understand that clothes can change what others think of you. I try to be interested when thinking about work clothes or party outfits but I struggle more with how clothes can affect your self-worth. I know nice clothes will make you feel good but turning that into action when I can access a pair of scruffy trousers and an ill-fitting T-shirt.
I’m sorry to hear about your friend. It hits so hard when someone you thought that would be around forever is taken from us xx
Thanks Mark. I have lots of happy memories of my friend.
I’m with you - sometimes going for comfort is better than dressing up. Easier, anyway. Xx
I’m sorry about your friend Liz. I lost a friend of 40 yrs last year and it’s made me determined to make the most of my life, including getting on with the writing. Fashion has always been a trial for me, at five foot and barely an inch, clothes have never fit. I can count on one hand the outfits that made me feel good as a teen/young adult, and remember them distinctly. The advantage of age is not feeling the need to follow trends but accepting my body and wearing what I like, what fits and most importantly, what’s comfortable. I don’t mean slouchy (although they have their place) just not digging into flesh in places you’d rather it didn’t!
Thanks so much, Lesley. And I am very sorry about your friend too. I hope you are doing okay. 😘
I’ve had the opposite problem to you in that I struggle to get jeans/trousers long enough. I have a long body and low waist, which means, according to my sister, that I have an amazing ability to ruin a good dress. 👗 😬
Really sorry to hear about your friend, hun. Grief is a strange lens to acclimatise to.
Crazy the way we doubt ourselves now and back then. Crazy the confidence we had, too. I often wonder if I'm holding on to what was far too tightly the other I get... xx
Top Shop was my nemesis. Everything was the size of a napkin!
Thanks Jane. I have so many happy memories with my friend. Very happy days. I’m looking forward to trying to piece my style together again. How are things with you? Xx
Good thanks x busy with school work but just on half term and the sunshine is gorgeous and I’ve more time to write! Xx
Wonderful. Enjoy! Xx
Sorry to hear about your friend who died, Liz. I think grief does make us re-evaluate, and when we re-emerge we're not quite sure where we fit.
I recognise the excitement you felt going shopping as a teenager. I ogled the clothes in Polyanna in Barnsley when I was a teen in the 1970s. Only ever managed to afford one skirt from there, in the sale! (The peasantish petticoats under skirts era.)
There are definitely some shops that don't feel like "mine" any more, but I dislike clothes shopping these days anyway, so I'm not too conflicted about it!
Thanks for your kindness, Wendy. Grief really does change everything. I remember Pollyanna. Don’t think I ever dared go in. I feel much like you about shopping.