Fashion Fail

There are many valid reasons why I do not blog about fashion, makeup, handbags, hairstyles (well, very occasionally, but only about my own locks), and other style-related topics. The main reason is that I haven't a clue about any of it really. Another reason is that I haven't any interest in it whatsoever, which is likely the more compelling explanation for why these things very rarely get a guernsey on here.

I ventured to a local shopping centre today to find some work clothes, because I've heard that wearing clothes is important and not wearing clothes is possibly a little inappropriate in my line of work.  And, you know, I thought I'd find something wearable in a clothes shop.

To be honest, I am a little mortified by the current approach to fashion. I expect it’s not the fault of the youth of today; I mean, I wore eighties fashion once too. In the eighties. Which is where it all best belongs. I do tend to convulse a little when I see ra-ra skirts, stonewashed jeans and anything at all made from taffeta.

I am still trying to forget the racing green taffeta ensemble I wore to my Year 10 prom formal thing, in the very, very late eighties, mind you. I’m not that old. My mum made it – which was a fairly popular method of attaining the formal dress back in the day – and I still have it, and it is absolutely hideous, but I adored it at the time. So I’ll let the teens have their moment wearing stuff I wore twenty years ago, but then they must shift along to the 21st century.