hits and misses, and I hate the skirt.

Further update on the skirt: I don’t like it. Having just been informed by my darling mother (who now thanks to my blog knows the true extent of my (excessive?) spending habits and exactly what I am wearing every day of the week – she would have to be my number 1 reader) ‘What is that skirt you are wearing today? I don’t like it – its very 80s.’. EIGHTIES! This is my most hated era. NO no no.  That is it – today is the first and last outing for Oui Set accordion pleated maxi skirt – after today it is banished back to eBay land – or at the very least off to my next market stall.  Wiping my hands clean of this one.

Of course everyone is allowed to make fashion mistakes every now and again – albeit some make a little more mistakes than others (YES me I am talking to you).  This is why I so desperately want my fashion style to sit more in the ‘simple’ and ‘classic’ and oh I’d also settle for ‘elegantly chic’ categories; but instead I find myself lumped in the ‘adventurous’ and ‘fashion forward’ classes instead; which then ultimately leads to mistakes such as the Oui Set.  Other past mistakes include but are not limited to:

-     1. A pair of wide leg floral print palazzo pants.  Sound okay – but then I will add the word sheer. Or perhaps totally see through will give a more accurate description.  So what did I do? Added a pair of black opaques underneath said sheer pants – and cut off the feet. Still sheer – but now you can really see the outline of my legs. And this was to work.  HUH?

-     2. A Zimmermann ‘Blue Bell’ maxi printed kaftan dress. You know the one – in the blue and green print with the lace inserts.  Gorgeous dress – just a tad OTT for work attire.  I had added a tan waist belt, chunky wedges and flowing hair.  Walked outside to meet my sister for lunch and she actually laughed at me. Then mentioned something about muu muus and curtains. Hmmm.

-     3. Basically anything I bought on my last trip to the Mill Markets in Geelong.  Now don’t get me wrong – I love the Mill Markets.  It has an entire level of vintage clothing/shoes and accessories – literally you can spend a whole day there looking through everything. Which I did.  Several hours and armfuls of clothes in the changeroom pile later – this is what I came out with: a pair of ripped cut off old levis (acceptable), a purple and green striped 70’s tennis dress (I don’t like purple and for some reason thought it was blue in store, plus it came free with a  bonus musty smell), a bright purple/multi-coloured printed polyester dress which I intended to cut off into a midi skirt (um WHAT?) and finally a pair of lavender pleated carrot leg pants which I cuffed at the bottom. My Nan wants these babies back – pronto.  $90 and five hours later – this is what I ended up with. Did I mention I don’t like purple?  On driving home – I actually stopped the car and had to put said items in the boot so I didn’t have to look at them anymore. It was way too distressing.

And there have been numerous other disastrous attempts over the years. One time, many moons ago, clad in a mustard tunic dress, with lovely grey-marle scrunched leg warmers coming out of vintage navy knee high boots (YES this is a real outfit – and unfortunately not from 1982. I wasn’t wearing it in the womb. Try 2000. Eeeep) I was asked if I was ‘the brown haired girl from Abba’ by a homeless man. I worked in store at Sportsgirl at the time. Enough said.

Am self-concious of the skirt now. Planning to spend the day hiding it under my desk.

FFIFY xx