Wednesday, 18 May 2016

fashions we love, but our boyfriend's hate.

Our partners are there for us through thick and thin. In the tough times, when you’re snotty and weeping about that passive aggressive email you received at work…the ugly times, where you’ve got enough spots for Clearsil to be wiped out of business and you MAY have a wee stain on your pyjama bottoms…and the good times, when you’re feeling super fly and boo sends you flowers just because. 

But there are some things that just don’t fly with our partners. 

I call these ‘the twenty something times’. The times where you, a twenty something sassy woman livin your life like Ricky Martin (AKA, da vida loca), strut your stuff and buy the trends that are straight outta Vogue, and you just know that if you were spotted on Carnaby Street in your attire you’d DEFFO be snapped for a street style… and your partner looks at you like they’re regretting every penny they’ve spent on you. 

You know what I’m talking about right? Like… 

1 – When you wear anything remotely baggy. I can only speak from the experience of a straight woman, but I’ve found that boys do not get the baggy thing. When we think we look crazy sophisticated, chic and almost Parisian in our baggy smock tops and dresses – boys just see sacks of nothing. My boyfriend calls it my ghost outfits. Keep rocking those smocks gals, it definitely makes us feel thinner right? (although photos do not always do this justice, and maybe they’re right when we’re shocked into looking ten sizes bigger than we are)

2 – Lipstick/lipgloss. Whilst we feel like Kylie Jenner, spend all of our wages on different shades of nude lipsticks from Mac, and rock that intense purple shade because we are the bomb… boys aren’t all too fussed. They find it sticky, and some colours just a bit strange. They also hate getting it on their cheeks, it isn’t the stud symbol that boys in grotty clubs love, and it’s actually a bit embarrassing for them. But hey, when Ruby Woo looks THAT good…who cares?!

3 – Creepers, or anything with a platform. I absolutely love my Adidas creeper trainers, and back in the day adored my black creepers. They are edgy, and if Billie Joe Armstrong from Green Day wore them – they’re a winner. However, boys tend to associate them with the ‘goth’ culture (which is so hot right now btw) and dismiss you as a descendant of Marilyn Manson. Rock your extra height with pride girls, you got this.

4 – Culottes. They’re baggy. They’re cropped. They may as well be from outer space. Boys simply do not get them, and will never get them. It’s cool, we will never get why they insist on wearing ‘MALAGA ’12: KRAZY BOIZ’ t-shirts 4 year on – some things are not meant to be understood. 

5 – And lastly, jumpsuits and playsuits. I think deep down we don’t get them either, and until they invent them with handy flaps for going to the loo, they will continue to be a bit of a pain…but we can’t resist those floaty playsuits in the Summer, and God don’t we all love a tailored jumpsuit for an office meeting?! Boys however see a glorified onesie. Despite the fact we are all secretly huddled shivering naked in the loo when we rock these garms, let’s not lose sight of the fact that they make us look damn good. 

But…underneath it all, they’re normally good eggs who like all your Instagram photos, tell you you look banging when you head out with the girls, and think you look your best when you’re make up free in your Winnie the Pooh pyjama top from year 8. N’awh – they’re still our faves. 

After all, men are from mars, women are from venus. We don’t have to understand each other, as long as we are happy ourselves. 

Let culottes reign forever.

Until next time xo 


Sunday, 8 May 2016

the death of the outfit post

these photos were meant to illustrate the new ivy park leotard i bought. i was meant to tell you that i wore it with high waisted jeans and vagabond boots. i was also going to wittingly place an anecdote in here about how i bought it in an XS because i was so desperate for it i couldn't wait for my own size, and although it fit it was definitely snug. i was also supposed to say how it was in topshop, and would look great in the upcoming summer months.

but then i realised, this does not matter anymore.

blogging, if you've been keeping up, has changed. three years ago when i started on this online roller coaster, it was more than enough to upload a grainy iPhone 4 image of yourself standing in your hallway in disco pants and a sequinned crop top, telling the readers this is a 'fab outfit for a night out', and that you'll be posting your make up regime soon. outfit posts were everywhere, and there was no arty murial wall left unphotographed as fashion bloggers everywhere got their pose on.

fast forward to 2016, and it's a very different story.

the days of mediocre photography are gone, and bloggers are almost sneered at if they're photos are taken *snorts* on a PHONE! you need to make sure your photos are edited, taken on an SLR or (most commonly) an Olympus Pen with dat sweet sweet pancake lens* (*no shade - i do this). along side the need for incredible photography, it is rare that you find an outfit post simply explaining the outfit anymore. the copy seems to be more insightful, or commenting on a subject close to the bloggers heart. 

and i have to say, i like this change.

as a young twenty-something working and living in the digital age, i am inspired daily by things i see, hear and read. i'm surrounded by new things everyday, be it at work, or out and about. i have started attending workshops, feminist discussions, reading more, and learning every day. i've realised i need to start articulating these moments more on this page, before i forget them. i wake up most days telling myself 'today is the day i write a book...' or 'today is the day i wear that weird skirt and feel confident...', and i've finally realised that if i am to achieve this little dreams, i can start with being more honest on this blog. fashion fumblings is my online bedroom, and as with your real bedroom, it's due an upgrade...because no one has the same wallpaper that they did when they were seven, do they?

i was 19 when i created this blog, and i mostly did care about what i wore, and why i liked it so much. and don't get me wrong, i still love a good trivial matter. the moment blac chyna announced her pregnancy, i WhatsApped about 5 of my friends HORRIFIED and discussing Kris Jenner's reactions. i get worked up about people parking in my space, and often spend hours worrying if the bacon i just cooked was still raw. i love the dailymail, and deep down i know i'll continue taking outfit posts when it suits me. but i want it to be more than photos. i want you to read what i'm saying. and i want to start being who i am at 23 on this blog.

so let's make a pact - i'll start being a bit better with my copy, and you'll start reading it... ok?

because, quite frankly, i think the world is tired of ripped jeans and floral dresses.

until next time xo 
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