Just thought I’d join Tuesday hate club and release my anger into a little blog and a little reminising….
A blog from the list I made in the early days of things I thought would be interesting to a) write about and b) read about (for others of course!!).
So I thought I’d recount the old days where I thought I knew what style was….when really I just wore what was all the rage, not really considering how it would look on me, and whether it would even suit me. I think I’ll go for three worst (ever) outfits I have worn that were as bad as I thought…and three worst (ever) outfits I have worn that were actually now looking back, kinda cool!
Three Actual Worst Outfits:
1. Pale pink t-shirt, red canvas skirt, white dap trainers - reading this you wouldn’t think it was that bad. The down side being that having been given £20 by my dad to go shopping with my step sister, she then proceded to buy the exactly same outfit and we both wore them to dinner that night. Everyone must have been looking at us thinking what plonkers we were. And she was.
2. Black shorts, black tights, black long boots with white shirt and red braces - channeling my Avril Lavigne look I think…not really sure what I was thinking!
3. Wide leg flared trousers - These beauties were purchase whilst on a school trip to France age 11. My mum wouldn’t let me have a pair, so while freedom was running through my veins I took advantage and ran into Tammy Girl and bought a pair! I wore them with everything. Even when I got home and showed my mum, she still couldn’t get them off me. They even had a fake chain running from the waist band to the pocket - but I wasn’t cool enough to pull it off so I quickly removed it!
Three Worst Outfits (that were actually kinda cool):
1. Hot Pink distressed Miss Sixty jeans, white vest with large pink glittery rose with pink studded Buffalo trainers - I must add that I was around 12-13 years old at this point in time, and my mum had picked up the jeans from a shop in Puerto Banus, Marbella. I absolutely loved loved loved them. I just wanted to wear them all the time. And from what I remember I actually wore them to a school disco and got some attention from the boys which I obviously hated(!). Looking back, the jeans were pretty cool. I think I still have them somewhere, though I’m not sure they would fit over my volumptuous bottom now…hmmmm.
2. Black trousers, black boned boob tube with silver glittered stilettos - So I was probably about 16-17 at this point, and it was all the rage to wear jeans or a demin skirt or a little skimpy dress out to Saturday night parties…but I thought I’d buck the trend and go trousers! Looking at the photos now, it was a great look! Although my friends thought I was a little mad to not want to get my legs out at every opportunity I got!
3. Short black skirt, white shirt, tie, v-neck jumper, long socks to the knee and Dr Martin shoes - Yes. I’ll admit it. This was my school uniform. At the time I remember the comments such as “where are your socks from” *snigger snigger*….but now, I think I was actually pretty cool. I have upgraded since to red DMs over the standard black, but have been thinking that my winter purchase should be a burgandy leather pair. Hmmmm….
So that’s all for this (acutally pretty mild and I’m kinda shocked it’s not raining) Tuesday in Wales…