So the BooHoo stuff I ordered arrived. Interesting.
Expect a review later because I haven’t done anything clothing centric in ages & because I’m done with this fic for tonight.
Those of you who follow this blog know that I’m a big fan of all things vintage, in particular, the classic, feminine look of the 1950’s. I’ve an hourglass figure and this style of clothing is particularly forgiving to my particular brand of short-waisted hourglass. I’ve been dressing like this since my late teens when I discovered, thanks to the internet, that there was a whole subculture of people into 40’s, 50’s and 60’s nostalgia, fashion and music. Dressing like this makes me feel comfortable and I think it’s flattering. If you have hips n’ tits and a little (or not so little) pook of lower belly fat then you know how completely impossible it is to wear hip skimming jeans, t-shirts, leggings and shift dresses without looking several months overdue. But here’s the rub; I like looking hyper-feminine, I also want to be taken seriously in my job. I’m not just there to look pretty when I work, I’m there to get shit done, the fact I’m wearing lipstick and heels while I do it is secondary. I was going to use the word irrelevant then but the fact is, it isn’t irrelevant. The way we present ourselves to the world is important; it shows others how we perceive ourselves, our creativity and our social standing.