Fashion for the Unfashionable

I marvel at people who leave the house on a morning looking perfectly put together. I consider it a win if I leave the house looking vaguely symmetrical. These days I realise that fashion is less about attention and more about confidence.

Fashion for the Unfashionable 

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Current trends? Pah!

I don’t own labels. I haven’t worn a dress since my wedding day fifteen years ago and I haven’t worn makeup since I was seventeen years old. Trends have come and gone and overall I’ve just stuck with a style I’ve found affordable and comfortable. That’s not to say that fashion isn’t important to me. I certainly make more sensible fashion choices these days.

I may not be sporting the catwalk latest or spending obscene amounts of money on clothes, shoes and accessories, however, I still place importance on my clothing as how I look and feel in my second skin is a real confidence booster.

Fashion and Colours

Again, fashion is often about the latest trends, the next big thing, the latest colours. I’ve followed my own colour palette in terms of fashion over the past few years/decades, namely black. Black, gray and an occasional bold smattering of navy blue. I’ve tried injecting bold colours but they don’t make me feel good about myself. These days you might see more forest green, a little pink and even the odd smidge of mustard peeking out from my wardrobe. I can’t wear bright colours, bold patterns and that’s ok because fashion for me is donning something that again, makes me feel good about myself.

Fashion and Feeling

Something else I’ve realised over the years is that fashion is as much about how something feels as it looks. I’ve shopped at simplybe.co.uk for several years and have found that they tick all of my style-related boxes. From fabulous fabrics, superior design and attention to comfort, even in their shapewear department, you can see why I keep going back time and time again. My current personal favourites are their denim jeggings which pull on and off, have a fabulously comfortable waist and look great with boots. I’m grateful to have found somewhere who caters to the “how you feel” aspect of womenswear. If I’m feeling like I need to spruce up my look, accessories are the way to go. A simple pair of glasses that are the height of Italian fashion and a tiny bit of modest bling around my wrist can help me feel a little bit “dressed up” if I need to be. That way I can wear these sorts of items without feeling uncomfortable.

In Summary

When it comes to fashion for the unfashionable, as I consider myself, it’s all about finding your own groove, what suits you and what makes you feel good. I no longer try to wear heels, having realised that comfort and style can go hand in hand and I don’t concern myself with trying to find my eighteen-year-old figure anymore. I’m pretty sure that ship sailed years and two children ago. What about you? What does fashion mean to you? Do you feel the need to keep up with the current trends, or are you comfortable in last season’s clothing as long as it is well-made and comfortable?

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The one where I went out in my nightie

Yesterday I did something I never thought I’d do. I went out in my nightdress.

No I hadn’t been drinking (although dutch courage might have helped). Last night was Miss Slinky 2011 at my Slimming World class. I’ve only just rejoined SW so had no chance of winning but have been a member before and have never dared to take part. Every time I’ve watched the gorgeous ladies, all at various different stages of their weight loss journey get up and strut their stuff and have been secretly disappointed that I (again) chickened out.

The idea was to go wearing a slinky black number. I don’t own a dress, in fact the last dress I wore was on my wedding day in 2003! I made a joke the week before about coming in my nightie and someone said I should. I laughed it off but thought “Why the hell not?”.

So, at 5.30pm last night I left my house and walked down the street wearing a black with white polka-dots nightie with lace over the pocket, tight black leggings, high boots and a jacket. Obviously there was the panicked phonecall en-route to my friend Natalie who convinced me to stop hovering in the shadows outside and go in, but I did it… and feel brilliant.

Yes it was a laugh, yes I strutted my stuff around a table wearing a nightie amongst the girls in ballgowns and all sorts, yes I no doubt looked a plum but you know what…. I only bloody did it! I got up there, joined in and really felt a part of it all, something I’ve never done before.

This morning feels almost like I have a hangover after a night out on tiles but I am determined because this time next year I will be strutting my stuff again, only this time I will feel slim and confident enough to buy myself a real slinky black number.

Don’t sit on the sidelines folks, life is too short. Get up there and enjoy!