I was well excited when I heard that there was a new plus size vintage label starting in London, so I hurried down on their opening day. It was pretty eventful getting there – I’d heard the EDL (fascist scumbags) were protesting and I assured myself I wouldn’t be near them. Unfortunately, a group were protesting loudly right outside Liverpool St station when I got there. Made me feel ill, to be quite honest with you. After a walk round Aldgate where it was me and 300 policemen, I eventually tracked Red Bows down. Michelle was lovely and super cool, and the selection was great – although apparently Amy Lamé bought the most outrageous stuff before I got there, including a gold suit(!!!). We chatted about other potential things we could do, and sewing/customisation classes were thought up which I think is an AWESOME idea though I will probably talk about that more in another post! I was eyeing up a few things, but plumped for this midi skirt in a gorgeous teal colour with tiny polka dots. It’s far too long for me to wear as a skirt, but as a dress, belted, I really like it. It reminds me a bit of Marc Jacobs’ AW collection which was littered with teal and dots, albeit slightly larger ones.
So, you know… this whole post is kind of a cheat. If I had a wedding to go to, a fabulous function, I would be wearing this outfit for sure. But alas I’m at home, faffing about with knitting needles and later on I’ll be watching Dr Who with a Chinese takeaway. But who cares, when I can upload pictures on to the internet and pretend I have an amazing place to go? ;)
To be honest though, I don’t think you neccesarily need an occasion to dress up. Sometimes when I feel like poop (which is often) putting on a lovely dress and prancing around my bedroom lifts my mood. Of course, lots of the time even something as non-descript as brushing my teeth seems like a monumental task that I can’t even bear to complete, but every now and again when I feel able to do a little bit more, decking myself out in my finest – even if no one is around to see it – really helps. It’s actually become a good self care/self confidence practice for me.
I suppose it is a rather shallow and conceited thing to do. Though I’ve never denied that about myself. I am pretty vain and I’m plagued with delusions of grandeur… In my head, I’m this mega-famous actress/novelist/musician/muse/politician who on top of being capable, intelligent, tenacious and creative, is constantly winning awards, being interviewed on various chat shows and getting papped on the red carpet. Dressing up bridges the gap a little between the real me and the me I wish I was, haha. God, I am gonna regret writing that down in public!
That’s one thing that’s different now is I can at least take photos and share them with a small corner of the world. I know it probably doesn’t seem as authentic as the kind of style blogs that have these wonderful clothes AND exciting lives to wear them all in, but sometimes documenting dressing up for dressing up’s sake is just as valid. I don’t have a particularly eventful or glamorous life, but I’ll still try to look nice sometimes, because sometimes that’s all the fun I can have.