hello Alice, this is Wonderland.
Sep. 6th, 2009 09:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
noelia_gI'm slightly out of whack today, because my new cold meds interfer funnily with my other new meds, and my head is fuzzy and everything is a bit wooly. It's a wonder I can write in English (well, actually, it isn't, I tried writing in Polish today and didn't remember the spelling of half of the words, but I'm completely fine in English. Because my head is weird that way.)
That's news for me, because I've never been that much interested in fashion. Actually, I don't think I am really, now, even though I seem to be buying a lot of them these days...
See, once upon a time, when I was younger and, well, younger, I was your typical little bookworm, with added self-esteem issues and body image problems. Those were also the times when the only person buying me clothes was my mother who, thank the gods, actually has a taste, so I didn't really look like a weirdo, but I didn't look anything special either.
(I also had mousy brown hair and a lisp, you could have written a very good YA book about me. Though my 'r's still sound a lot like my 'l's.)
Anyway, this blissful time lasted till high school, probably. (Cala Jane will remember me at that time and can probably attest that I had no fashion sense whatsover. She maintains that sometimes I still don't, which causes her to eyeroll and/or drag me into changing rooms forcefully.) This was the great time when I decided I don't give a flying fuck about most people's opinions and got over a lot of emotional baggage.
It was also the time when my mother switched jobs, from accountant to a fashion designer. (No, really.) She used to work for a certain high profile clothing company that dressed polititians and tv stars for their appearances, and decided that if her idiot boss could run a company, so could she; only she switched to female business clothing, and then, later, into casual women's fashion, with emphasis on coats and jackets.
Which leads me to this: mom started to shop a lot, and buy a lot of fashion magazines, to look at the tendencies and stuff, and all of this started to invade on my space (and on my closet, because suddenly, strange clothes begun to appear there). It still happens, that at the beginning of every season, she brings me bags full of clothes she got from somewhere; most famous example was last year, when she bought me seven shirts that differed only in colour or slight pattern.
It does sound awesome, I know, but until maybe two or three years ago, I wasn't that interested, for I was still the mousy bookworm. And yet now I find myself surfing the net for fashion blogs, and shopping more and more and, even more amazingly, actually starting to get what is fashionable...
It's a relatively new thing, I still don't know if I like it. But I sure know that suddenly, the clothes are very pretty.
(Yes, I did just want to babble at you, hope you enjoyed ;D)
That's news for me, because I've never been that much interested in fashion. Actually, I don't think I am really, now, even though I seem to be buying a lot of them these days...
See, once upon a time, when I was younger and, well, younger, I was your typical little bookworm, with added self-esteem issues and body image problems. Those were also the times when the only person buying me clothes was my mother who, thank the gods, actually has a taste, so I didn't really look like a weirdo, but I didn't look anything special either.
(I also had mousy brown hair and a lisp, you could have written a very good YA book about me. Though my 'r's still sound a lot like my 'l's.)
Anyway, this blissful time lasted till high school, probably. (Cala Jane will remember me at that time and can probably attest that I had no fashion sense whatsover. She maintains that sometimes I still don't, which causes her to eyeroll and/or drag me into changing rooms forcefully.) This was the great time when I decided I don't give a flying fuck about most people's opinions and got over a lot of emotional baggage.
It was also the time when my mother switched jobs, from accountant to a fashion designer. (No, really.) She used to work for a certain high profile clothing company that dressed polititians and tv stars for their appearances, and decided that if her idiot boss could run a company, so could she; only she switched to female business clothing, and then, later, into casual women's fashion, with emphasis on coats and jackets.
Which leads me to this: mom started to shop a lot, and buy a lot of fashion magazines, to look at the tendencies and stuff, and all of this started to invade on my space (and on my closet, because suddenly, strange clothes begun to appear there). It still happens, that at the beginning of every season, she brings me bags full of clothes she got from somewhere; most famous example was last year, when she bought me seven shirts that differed only in colour or slight pattern.
It does sound awesome, I know, but until maybe two or three years ago, I wasn't that interested, for I was still the mousy bookworm. And yet now I find myself surfing the net for fashion blogs, and shopping more and more and, even more amazingly, actually starting to get what is fashionable...
It's a relatively new thing, I still don't know if I like it. But I sure know that suddenly, the clothes are very pretty.
(Yes, I did just want to babble at you, hope you enjoyed ;D)
