Seasons Change

Let’s talk Fashion week… and why I have no business being anywhere near it.

I’ve decided to do a week of posts that are all Fashion Week related.  The collections, the trends, the buzz, and the parties – it’s all up for my warped interpretation over the next few days. Please be aware before reading any further, that they will contain no credible fashion advice whatsoever, nor do I claim to have any idea what I'm talking about at any particular point of any post. Capeesh? Alright then!

Firstly, I want to talk seasons. I tend to have a bit of an identity crisis when it comes to dressing for them. We’ve got Spring/Summer and Autumn/Winter… easy, right? Led by the many blogs/magazines/picture agencies that I frequent on a daily basis, you'd think I’d have it all (Most? Some? A Little?) sussed out – but I don’t.

Living in Scotland, we need to use the term ‘summer’ loosely anyway, but there's enough of a shift in temperature for people to feel like they can walk around town in beach wear, if the season calls for it. I'm not sure if I favour A/W for all its layers and richer fabrics, or because I dig it’s darker, more sultry colours – but I'm always more excited about seeing what’s on offer later in the year. A little too excited, perhaps. Winter comes and goes and suddenly spring is upon us - but all I can think about is where I'm going to find my next favourite jumper in this vast sea of pastels and summer vests. This is nothing to do with body confidence, or the need to drown myself in layers, no, no! Because I guarantee, come the brisk chill of winter, I'll be putting my feelers out for everything from maxi skirts to pretty lace tops to ice cream cones (that’s not so much a summer thing, more of a I love ice cream thing…).

My point being, I'm pretty backwards when it comes to dressing for the season. I might start a new craze… Spring/Autumn, Summer/Winter.

Thoughts from the Frow?

Source: cinemagraphs.com/nyfw

Nailed it.

Where is home?

You can't see it - but I've got my serious face on today.

I think my obsession with the Cloon began in his ER days - that's right, before McDreamy we had Dr Doug. 

What up, doc?

That's not why we're here - well, probably not why you're here. The reason I've invited him along to the blog today is a specific quote from an interview he did recently, that inspired me to write on this specific subject. 

"Home is where my friends and family are. I spend 8 months a year in a one bedroom hotel room in a city I probably wouldn't vacation in. But no city... no space... fails to be a home if your family or friends can find the time to visit. I get desperately, desperately homesick if I can't find a way to be near the people that bring joy wherever they go. Home is humour, and love, and responsibility - and I get homesick when the people who know that best, and I, can't find time to be together."

George, you inspirational minx. 

Having lived away from home while at university, gone travelling through Europe and catching a flight to Australia last year - I'm not one to get too attached to places. I've noticed since moving for a new job that 'home' to me is not just the place that I'm in, it's the people who make it and the memories you share with them (that was beautiful - someone get Hallmark on the phone) that can make you feel so far away. Granted, George's 'one bedroom hotel room' is probably the size of my entire flat - but I see where the fella is coming from. 

I'm glad that at 23yrs old, I've been able to move around as much as I have, but I'm not finished yet. I hope someday to live in some of the biggest cities in the world - for love, money, work or to maybe the biggest mistake of my life. Who cares - it's all experience, right? Leaving home gives you a totally different perspective of what home really is. A perspective that proves helpful whenever you feel overwhelmed and are left wondering if you should just pack it all in and go back to where you came from. Home is where I am now. Home is where my friends and family come to visit me. Home is where I cram all of my clothes into the wardrobes that are never, ever big enough.

Where is home to you?

Throwing Noodles.

Asos shopping sits shamelessly high on my priority list. Whether it’s while I’m in work (ooh, naughty) or a lazy browse on a Sunday – I never stray too far. I don’t think there’s ever a visit that doesn’t end with adding to my ever expanding ‘Save for later’ list (whoever created that wonderful feature, by the way, deserves a promotion and a punch in the face, in equal measures). On my recent trip to Fash-land, I found myself having a peek at the sale shoes, and I just cannot hold my tongue.

Disclaimer: I’m fully aware that I am no fashionista. I’m also aware that my taste in shoes is pretty limited (seriously, what the hell did I wear on my feet before ankle boots came around?). I am in no way dissing the shoe tastes of others, or claiming that I know best. I just wanna talk shoes, yo.

First of all I’ll show you just how boring I am when it comes to shoes. Here are a few of my winners from the Shoe sale:

Dull, right? I told you.

While I do believe you can get away with the somewhat whackier shoes with the right balance of confidence and style, these guys absolutely baffled me. So without further ado, I give you the losers:

Where to start?! I’m just going to chuck one of my noodles at my computer screen and whichever one it lands on will kick us off… okay – the snakeskin leather boot. When I look at this shoe, it makes me think of Ross’ leather pants in Friends. And I feel like Chandler – desperate for someone else to react to the hideousness of it all. Anyone? Just me? What, pray tell, would these even be worn with? A horse and saddle, is all I came up with.

Okay – noodle number two (Don’t worry, I’m peelin’ em off the screen and eating them – no food goes to waste here!), the translucent platform. I’ll resist the temptation to make the obvious stripper reference here – although that alone should be reason not to buy them. What I love about these, is the practicality of the see-through heel. For those of us who have manoeuvring issues when we walk, the notorious heel blind spot has been taken care of! You now have full visibility down in that tiny irrelevant space by the ground – go conquer the world, stripper!

Our final noodle has landed on the bejewelled court. There’s embellishment, then too much embellishment, then these shoes. Not only would I be constantly stressed about losing a gem everytime I wore them, thus deeming the shoes unwearable, I would feel like I’d have to ditch my jewellery and cut my own eyelashes off for fear of over accessorising. Surprisingly, since spotting these beauties last night, they are now out of stock. It’s taking everything in my being not to obsess over who bought these shoes last night. What were they doing? What was their state of mind? Where do they plan on wearing them?

 Okay - my noodles are finished and these shoes are upsetting me.

Comment below if you have any of these shoes/want prices and links/hate them as much as I do/made the shoes and want an apology...

Ciao!