I like to think I have a particular style – or at least I know what I like and what I don’t like.
But a couple of weeks ago I had to potter on over to ASOS HQ to pick out some bits for fashion week and stood there in front of the rail I was rendered completely useless.
Like that time I had to try and pick out a prom dress in Year Eleven and ended up wearing a brown floral number with purple edges from Beyond Retro…I’m sorry what. The pressure was simply too immense.
God please no one ever ask me to get married, I’ll eat up wearing a taxidermied ferret on a hat.
I have to add there was a time pressure coz I was late and it felt like Supermarket Sweep I had to make good decisions (desperately trying to save face here), but all in all I was as useful as a wardrobe full of Herve Leger bodycon after Christmas lunch.
I couldn’t make a simple decision. I later concluded that perhaps I had just eaten way too much carrot cake around three o’clock and had perfectly timed the sugar crash…awks.
But the whole episode (The One Where Sophie Is Incompetent) did start me thinking – who do we dress for? Why had such a simple task become something I was completely unable to do for myself? How do we normally pick the things we want to wear?
Do you dress for yourself? Do you dress for men? Do you dress for Instagram? I mean, let’s be honest how many of your outfits would you actually wear if you knew there was no chance of there ever being a visual record of it or anyone else seeing it…?
I’ve got a pair of UGG tracksuit bottoms with a sheepskin lining (yes you read that correctly) that would up their usage by about 250% and maybe get beyond Saturday morning running to Tesco if Instagram didn’t exist in my life.
When I lived in Puerto Rico my wonderful friends used to tell me I dressed very ‘London’ – I later took that to mean I dress like a maniac and the only place I would fit in would be somewhere where the population is so dense no one notices you as they crush you into the doors of the Victoria line.
I know people who absolutely dress for men – to enhance their figure and feel their absolute sexiest. Whilst other people who want only the approval of other women (although they would never admit it even to themselves). How do you think Birkenstock sales were so damn high last year?
So how much is really about the perception you create for other people rather than what you want to wear yourself? At what point do we lose track of what WE actually like ourselves and start to just dress for others? Or is that the most important thing – does other’s perception shape how we see ourselves regardless of what we wear?
A LOT OF BIG QUESTIONS TO ANSWER HERE.
But just remember people. We’re all only one carrot cake sugar crash away from a complete wardrobe meltdown.
*All clothes lovingly c/o ASOS but views/meltdowns my own