A look that can be channeled into classy, dressy or bling, there has never been anything more flexible than a colour trend. And it looks to me that this season, bursts of black and gold are exploding down the highstreet. Perdonally, I’m totally going for the dressy style, but that’s just opinion; it hasn’t got much to do with the trend. But the true question is; will it be a trend to last? Is it really worth investing good money into?
Now, as a fashion blogger I might be portrayed as biased. People might accuse me of trying to falsely encourage you to invest in trends that won’t last. But let me tell you; I will try my best to sway you to invest into this trend… if you like it. I believe, that if enough people work together to make this trend last, it will stay. Black and gold; the new black and yellow. Because let’s be honest; yellow can sometimes be a terrible colour.
So here I am, scrolling we♥it pictures for inspiration of my next post. Pastle fashion in mind, I think to myself about how I might just sneak another sweet pastle sweater into my closet. That’s when I see this picture. The portrayal of a completely unique idea, I can’t help but fall in love. A skater skirt mashed with dungarees, and I can quite honestly say that I have never in my life ever seen anything remotely like it. And in pastle shades too! This is definitely something that is worth keeping an eye out for.. fingers crossed it will make the highstreet!
Fashion today is all about making a bold, unusual, bright, statement. None of those ‘quiet and casual’ thoughts; not if you wish to maintain a respectable position stylewise. Let’s face it- if you are in the fashion world and are not bold enough to experiment with fashion, you have no chance.
Whether your forté is clothes, hair, makeup or jewellery, you must be open to taking risks. Be a trend setter, stray from the sheep. Following safe and mainstream trends will not bring you any great harm, no, but it shan’t bring you any greatness either.
Now I want you to think a few decades ago; Mary Quant. In a time where long skirts were simply expected, she had the courage to set in place a chain of events that would change the course of fashion forever. The miniskirt was born. If she had not taken such a risk, we would never have the miniskirt, which approximately 50 years later, is still being worn today. Without the countless risks all throughout fashion history we would be nowhere. For goodness sake we’d all probably still be wearing 1500s gowns!
In response to our instinct of self preservation, it is only human natuee for us to cling to what we believe is safe. Even when we know that departure from our ordinary course of action can potentially lead to great advantages, we find ourselves staying with what we find familiar. In restaurants we order foods we grew up eating just incase we don’t like the alternatives- even if we may be missing out on the most incredible, exotic meal. The same is found in fashion. The social risk of wearing something ‘out there’ and outside of your comfort zone can be intimidating. What if it isn’t a hit? What if I look stupid? What if people laugh? But this is the biggest what if; what if I never make a statement? In order to br successful in this competitive industry, your biggest fear should not ne people thinking you look awful, but instead you ought to fear having no recognition at all.
Take lady gaga for instance. I believe that most people reading this will agree with me that her sense of style is absolutely atrocious, but even though there are many who think that she is off her crackers, there are also many people who look up to her for inspiration. I do not suggest that you wear a meat dress to prom, but perhaps to step out of your comfort zone is not as daunting as you think. So be a Gaga. Be a Mary Quant. Don’t let society stop you from making a statement.
Love, chocolate and a work filled holiday. Yep, that’s how I’m going to start this article off.
Coming home after a stressful day/week/month… relief floods over me. Today, no work is permitted. Crashing into my bed, I fell asleep. Tonight is take out night; I deserve it (just a sneaky one off from my diet).
It’s the first day of the easter holidays. Truthfully, the holidays only officially start tomorrow, but I’m counting this afternoon in. These next two weeks are going to be fattening; I can tell.
Holidays mean alot of things. Easter holidays have began to mainly mean two things for me since last year when I was thrown into the sea of exams. There, I said the first thing. Exams. The things that nobody likes but everyone goes through. So much work, stress, and time lost; all created by the running 6 weeks I have full of exams. At least after that I have 7 weeks of summer vacation to look forward to.
But the second thing that the easter holidays have began to mean to me, is food. Fattening food, and a lot of it. Snacking all around the clock, and it’s probably something that has been brought on by exams. Studying is always somewhat less challenging when I have a packet of pringles by my side to comfort me in my struggles, and I’m sure that I’m not the only one who thinks so. What I would really love if I had someone who would buy my food for me… even though the supermarket is only just a 15 minute walk away from where I stay.
Perhaps I ought to rename this post ‘work filled holidays, chocolate, and love’ for that is the order in which I have written. Ah, but it doesn’t have the same buzz to it.
The thing that legends and myths are built upon. People have said that it’s the only thing that keeps the world spinning. The foundation of many life forms on this planet. This passionate red red rose which paints our hearts obsessed with the one. Love. Now, I believe that this is an issue in todays life. Looking at the decks of lifestyle, fashion and beauty magazines there’s one word that repeats itself; sex. Bombarded with “26 of the best ways to have sex” and “how sex can change your life” it seems that in the culture of today, lust comes before love. Drooling over the body of a man and deciding he’s the one you’re going to hook up with. Really? What happened to good, old fashioned romance. And with all this modern lust lust lust culture, it seems that respect (of yourself and others) has been lost in the crowd. Simple things like holding the door open to someone, then saying thankyou, have died out along with the ‘women first’ motto that respectable men once lived by. Romance thrives on respect. And I hear all the complaining chimes of women saying they want an old fashioned man, but then they go out with their crop-top-might-as-well-be-bras and their miniskirt-I-mean-belts and I just think that if they really want someone to respect them, they have to stop selling themselves off like that. Don’t give me the excuse of that’s what you feel comfortable in. I don’t care. If you want someone to lust after you, go ahead and walk the streets half naked. But if your true wishes lie with romance and respect, please- go out decent. For now, stay safe and enjoy your holidays!
so recelntly, all my blogs have been fashion based, and i dont want this blog to just have one title, so im going to have a look at some of my earlier stuff, and if you guys have any new ideas of what i could post about then please let me know!
also, it would be well cool if you could send me any links to some different blogs so i know whats out there to make this blog as unique for you guys as i can 🙂
I promised myself i’d write about this. but two weeks have passed, and i haven’t. so im just going to now. sorry its overdue. this is my heart speaking.
If I wasn’t here tomorrow Would anyone lose sleep
the other night i was at my aunty’s house. my mum was with friends. dancing to gangnam style. having fun. my dad was watching boxing with the guys. my little brother was with his friend. my little cousin was with his friend.
What if I just pulled myself together Would it matter at all
i was sitting alone reading a book.
i finished the book. i was still alone. nobody noticed me.
What if I just try not to remember Would it matter at all
I wondered if anyone in the house would care if i ran away. it didn’t feel like it.
i came home. i didnt have fun. everyone else did.i went straight upstairs and locked myself into my room to cry.
If I wasn’t here tomorrow Would anybody care Still stuck inside this sorrow I’ve got nothing and going nowhere
this song came to thought.. i dont know where it came from. i’ve never heard of it before. its called *would it matter* by skillet. the lyrics are almost taken from my life.
What if I just pulled myself together Would it matter at all What if I just try not to remember Would it matter at all All the chances that have passed me by Would it matter if I gave it one more try Would it matter at all
do i matter to anyone? does my family really love me? why does my brother hate me so much when i try so hard with him?