Fashion IS a sickness.

My wardrobe, while pretty predictable (vintage or retro - check. Girlie - check. Not pants - check) is also known to suffer sudden and mercifully brief spurts of me being inspired by something which really doesn't suit my personal style. Here, I would like to share with you the little illnesses that my wardrobe occasionally suffers from.

1. Rachel Zoeitis
When I watch more than two episodes of The Rachel Zoe Project at a time, I start thinking "Hey, maybe I could pull off the excess jewellery, fur vests and skinny jeans look. What do I mean, maybe? I could TOTALLY do it! Also, why am I not a stylist yet?". This happened a few nights ago when I was going to dinner at my grandparent's house. I decided to wear what I had worn to work that day (a black pinafore under a black wrap, with leggings and black boots) coupled with a (fake) fur gilet, my huge lion ring, a stack of bracelets on each arm, and heavy, heavy eyeshadow. Forgetting the fact that fur gilets are probably too OTT to wear to a family dinner, forgetting that I hate wearing bracelets, and forgetting that a streamlined, skinny jeans look really makes me look like a big sausage. Rachel Zoeitis - I am giving a face to this disease that may one day afflict you too.




 

2. The Carrie Syndrome
This is when I start thinking that I can wear heels anywhere I go. Walking to the shops? No problem, I can wear my incredibly high Siren wedges! Going to the movies? That's what those fiercely strappy Steve Madden heels are for! Going to a friend's house to watch DVDs? It must be time for the Miss Shop high ankle boots! Note: I have dislocated both my knees at different times - thankfully NOT due to wearing heels - so I really shouldn't wear high shoes at all. Once I wore a pair of wedges to a physio appointment and almost gave him a heart attack. Added to this is the fact that I am not the most coordinated at the best of times, and this is especially true when I have had more than two drinks. Heels and I do not get along, but I continue to wear them in the hope that one day I can run through the streets of New York in a pair of strappy Manolo Blahniks and totally look like I am natural and at ease. Note: Other symptoms can include starting every thought process with "I couldn't help but wonder...", thinking it is totally natural to use your oven for clothes storage, and being UNNATURALLY BRATTY AND CATTY AND OH MY.




3. Blogger Fatigue
I read A LOT of fashion blogs a day, which I try to pass of as "research" but really is just me admiring people's style. However, sometimes I get hooked on one particular blog and end up looking like a poor man's version of [insert myriad blogger's names here]. For example, I've never been THAT into 90's style because for me, it was all about fluro bike shorts and baggy t-shirts, but reading White Lightning's blog (which the picture to the left was taken from) has inspired me not only to put some 90s elements into my wardrobe (I am actually considering buying a pair of clog high heels. HELP) but also to drool over obscenely high heels. A Cat of Impossible Colour has made me thrift (or op-shop) like a madwoman in order to unearth some of the vintage gems that she discovers on what seems like a weekly basis. And Dresses & Snacks makes me not only want to dress in cute-as vintage style, but also to become an excellent cook. Preferably with an adorable puppy. I try to have my own definable style but I can't help but take little bits and pieces from all over the blogosphere and mishmash them together with my own style.