...keeps boredom at bay.
I have mentioned before that our lovely school crossing lady always likes to see what I am wearing and discuss my possible sources of inspiration.
Or at least what my outfit reminds her of, whether it is actually what I had in mind or not!
Monday's was 1970s Street Walker. Sadly no photographic evidence, but it consisted of a short dress, over-the-knee boots and my patchwork jacket.
I know you can picture it, if you try.
Yesterday's was 1980s Animal!
These photos were taken after school at about 3.45pm.
In the time it took me to take my jacket off and rearrange myself, the light changed...
...to this.
Winter is going to be a photography challenge.
1980s leopard print dress - Ebay
1980s wool jacket - vintage shop
Boots, also 80s - Second to None
1970s scarf - jumble sale
Belt - retail (sale)
On to today.
French school girl recruited to work for the Resistance.
You see it, don't you?
I will say this only once...
Velvet jacket, Gap skater skirt, sheer purple blouse, leggings, waistcoat and bangle - charity shopped
Beret - gift
Boots - as before
Is it just me (and the Lollipop Lady) who like to name their outfits?
Surely not!
Apart from my daily outfit analysis while crossing the road at school, the other regular comment I receive while doing the school run is I don't know how you have time to get dressed up every morning.
I am pretty sure it doesn't take me any longer to put on my clothes than it does anyone else.
A skirt and top, or a dress and a cardigan, are no more complex items than jeans and a hoodie.
I can throw on a cape or a faux fur in the time it takes to don a black anorak (ubiquitous at school, along with denim and trainers or fake Uggs.)
So I presume what the real meaning behind this question/statement is Why are you dressed up and why do you choose those clothes?
Isn't it obvious?
I can be a 1980s Animal, or A French Resistance recruit.
In an ordinary northern city, on a dull midweek day, doing mundane tasks, without anyone's permission or approval, I can be anyone, do anything.
In my imagination at least.
And because when I reach in my wardrobe, my hands meet a wild variety of colours, prints, styles, eras, fabrics, textures. Not just a repetitive uniform of conformity.
We all get dressed in the morning. Why not enjoy it?
xxx
Apart from my daily outfit analysis while crossing the road at school, the other regular comment I receive while doing the school run is I don't know how you have time to get dressed up every morning.
I am pretty sure it doesn't take me any longer to put on my clothes than it does anyone else.
A skirt and top, or a dress and a cardigan, are no more complex items than jeans and a hoodie.
I can throw on a cape or a faux fur in the time it takes to don a black anorak (ubiquitous at school, along with denim and trainers or fake Uggs.)
So I presume what the real meaning behind this question/statement is Why are you dressed up and why do you choose those clothes?
Isn't it obvious?
I can be a 1980s Animal, or A French Resistance recruit.
In an ordinary northern city, on a dull midweek day, doing mundane tasks, without anyone's permission or approval, I can be anyone, do anything.
In my imagination at least.
And because when I reach in my wardrobe, my hands meet a wild variety of colours, prints, styles, eras, fabrics, textures. Not just a repetitive uniform of conformity.
We all get dressed in the morning. Why not enjoy it?
xxx
