This is a very short post on me and the journey of my closet. Back in 2014 when i declared that i was going to be a fashion journalist i had pages and pages of saved items in my Asos collection (Pages meaning a virtual wardrobe – the funds were not present) of outrageous and sometimes unneeded items that i was going to buy and wear forever, forming my vision of what a fashion journalist was ‘supposed’ to look like. However it was clear that i was not serious, as 2 years down the line, the saved list has , as expected been refreshed, trimmed down and now replaced with sprinkles of plain pieces, burnt orange with not a ostrich coat to be found.
In conclusion ive now realised that as my attitudes and values change over time, so does my style. its was not easy to hold on to the way that i had envisioned myself to look as its not certain that how i actually look now is in fact a stark contrast. although this would have disappointed my 17 year old self, now being a 19 year old student about to move on to my second year of university , my eyes have been opened to the truth that i just want to be comfortable.
So just for the record –
Black boots are my friend, mom Jeans are my friend, turtle necks are my friend and shopper bags are my friend.
…and i’m still wearing the same superstar trainers.