I’ve worked in the fashion industry for over four years now, have a degree in fashion and textile design, I make my own clothes, I squeal over Gucci trainers and I spend a ridiculous amount of money on clothes I really don’t need (a habit I’m trying to break I swear). All that being said, I’m not that comfortable talking about fashion. It’s a strange thing seeing as I live and breathe it all day everyday, but in the same way I’m not quite comfortable telling people I’m a blogger (I’m not, I just blog) or that I know anything about fitness (I just work out six days a week), I’m still not that comfortable advising people on their wardrobes.
Who am I to tell people how to dress themselves? In fact, who is anyone to tell someone how to dress. I don’t feel comfortable advising people to wear the cut-off baggy culottes I make, because who knows, you might hate them. I wear my pyjamas on impromptu shoots (see below), I like stupid pompom slippers and no matter how I try and style hats I always just look like this little guy.
Whenever people find out what I do for a living, usually their first response is, “ooh, so what should I be wearing?” If I had a quid for every time I’ve had to stop myself screaming “WHATEVER YOU BLOODY WANT” I think I’d probably definitely be a millionaire by now.
After an impromptu shoot with my sister around the beautiful Castle Ashby grounds, I caught myself worrying what the hell I was going to talk about alongside the images. My shoes? My pyjamas? My silly straw hat? I’ve quickly come to realise though that actually most people don’t give a flying f*** what I think about my pom pom shoes. You can see they’re nice, I’m sure you don’t need their back story. So I’ll just leave you with the above. A beautifully picturesque, comfortable and very unfashionable blog post in celebration of wearing whatever the hell you want! Enjoy.