Challenge Accepted.

I was just challenged by one of my besties to start a new blog…About Fashion! My fashion. More to the point, a sort of “What I am Wearing Today” type of blog. And I love the idea!

Since I have to wear black almost everyday (for work), I shall sometimes focus on my accessories, or make-up. Maybe sometimes my hair or my shoes. Or even some new nail polish…Who knows? But I am exited. I think a big part of my excitement comes from having a reason to blog everyday now, since I (have to) wear clothes everyday. This blog gets quite neglected sometimes, I haven’t always got something important to get off my chest.

Before I begin this journey though, I need to name that blog. (Sounds like a Gameshow: Name That Blog!) I am very open to suggestions, so if you have any ideas, they are more than welcome. Keep in mind, that I don’t do haute couture. I do fashion, on a budget. I try to be thrifty and frugal, so that I don’t get chewed out when I get home! ūüôā

I want to start soon, so watch this space. I will inform you of the details as soon as I have some!

Much Love.

P.S The only thing I love about this scorching summer, is the bountiful fresh fruit available. Mmmhmmm.



I’d like to share with you today my newest acquisitions…

As you must know by now, I am quite addicted to fashion,¬†and even more so¬†to shoes. I really do love them. I know it s difficult to understand if you’re the typical man. But there’s just something about fashion. It’s inexplicable. No matter the horrid day I have¬†had, or the tedious people I had to deal with (just had to at the moment I was typing that), a new pair of shoes always cheers me up. They’re there¬†to be pretty, to make you feel pretty, to love.

So without further a due…

Fashion = Freedom of thought?

Can fashion equal freedom? Does it?

Today, I’d like to share¬†some very personal thoughts. I woke up this morning, after tossing and turning all night, battling with nightmares. I got up with a sigh, thinking I don’t have anything to wear and feeling oh so gloomy about the dreams. These nightmares come often. They’re never quite the same, but the underlying theme is always the same. I realised this morning that these dreams are just my subconscious telling me to grow a pair.

These dreams are sparked by insecurity and fuelled by distrust. I have a problem with these issues. I haven’t always been like this, but there have been events in my life that made me this woman. It’s sad, and pathetic, and I’m tired¬†of it. I recently started being needy, and insecure and insanely paranoid. Add to that jealousy, and you have a whole bag of ugly. Ugly that is me.

But as I drank my coffee, pondering my bore of a wardrobe, I saw an outfit in my head. I thought to myself that I could NEVER pull it off. I’m not skinny enough. But, I tried it on anyway. Now my mother is my biggest fan and my worst critic. I love her for that. If I want an honest opinion about whatever it is that I’m wearing, I just walk into her room, and wait for the reaction. So slowly, and filled with dread, I took the long walk to her room, wearing an outfit that I was sure looked horrendous…

Her face lit up, and she said “You look so good. Look how much weight you’ve lost!” So I walked to my mirror and tried to see what she saw. I put on my boots, and my accessories, and tried agin. “Perfect”, she says. Cue the little sister (not so little, being 18 and all) and she delightfully chirps “You look so cute. Like I-could-eat-you-up-cute”. So now, it’s too late to get dressed again, and I just decide to bear it and wear it.

By the time I got to work, the nightmares were forgotten, and I’m feeling the fashionista in me clawing her way back out from the depths that is my dark and twisted soul. And as I sat, reading my emails before we open up shop, I decide that yes, indeed, I really do look good.

With that thought along with the epiphany that even though I’m not Super Skinny, like I long to be, I have lost 10 kilo’s, and that is nothing to scoff at. And that I am worth the praise.

So what I’m trying to say, is that this outfit changed my outlook today. I have made a conscious decision that¬†I will no longer be this pathetic, insecure, sad little shell of the girl I used to be. I am hot. I am beautiful. I am intelligent and talented. And I am done, and I mean DONE,¬†trying to be the girl that¬†would make you not cheat on me. Look, if a guy wants to cheat, he will. No matter what you try to do to stop it. The more you fight it, the more likely it will happen. So I’m not begging for monogamy anymore. I’m assuming it doesn’t need to be asked for. I’m not begging for love anymore. If¬†anyone can’t love me for me, faults and flaws and all, then so be it. I’m better than begging, and I won’t do it anymore.

So yes, I think that fashion can free. It freed me of the insanity that kept filling up my mind. And that is kinda great.

Much Love  ♥