Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved to draw. She would draw anything from animals, to her family, to the stars above. But her most favourite thing to draw was dresses. Beautiful flowing dresses, or shorter playful ones; sleeveless or halter; princess seamed, beaded, or corseted. Visions of these lovely creations poured from her head, fit for a princess. She didn’t know what these things were called, but she knew how to draw them.
Well all dreams must end, and the girl grew up and the visions blew away in a puff of smoke in the harsh face of ready to wear trends. It was the 1980′s.
Oh what an awful decade to grow up!! – at least in terms of fashion. Androgynous shapeless styles, and all kinds of horrible unflattering fits and cuts, not to mention neon colours and plastic jewelry. Ugh!
My relationship with fashion has been strained ever since. We were not especially well off so I was never equipped with the name branded armour necessary to ensure popularity. Nope, it was K-Mart or Zellers for us, and that was before they had begun to attempt to offer more trendy options.
On top of that, I am not a slender person nor was I a slender child, so that made things even more awkward. I never figured out why something I loved on a hanger looked so terrible on me. It was my size after all, wasn’t it?! (Don’t judge me; body type analysis and What Not To Wear didn’t exist back then.) I was a girl who was doomed to be miserable in clothes forever.
When I was in my early 20′s I had a brief period of clothing bliss as I was heavily into fitness training and was wearing a closet-friendly size five. That changed though, when university became a priority, and gradually, the closet went back to being an estranged, once beloved friend.
Still, over time, with age and the accompanying wisdom; with a still deep passion for style, attention to detail, quality and beautiful fabric, and a growing acceptance of my body as it is, (not what media tells me it should be) I have come to a place where those once childish dreams can live once again in my head and heart.
I hope, through this blog, to share that passion with you, reader, and to encourage others to find their personal style no matter how elusive it may seem, or how late in life you find it