Honey Bunch, Baby Butts, how are you, my cutest people?
Now, this post is a little less “Haha, OMG Faithy, you sure you’re not a comedian?” and a little more “Ohhh, cool, you actually talk about real stuff sometimes”.
Because, you know, I’m all about versatility. And also because I actually have a little passiona (“Pa-shee-oh-nah”, remember we spoke about this pronunciation in my last post? Just reminding you) about this lil’ style topic and I actually doooooo want you guys to walk away with some kind of value from this.
Lets get into itttttt pleaseeee Faithy, quit the jabbering!
Okay, lets go!
So, when I was 10 I wore my Brother’s clothes because I pretty much thought I was a boy. 🤷🏼♀️
When I was 15 I wore weird, kinda pin-striped 3/4 length stretchy trousers and tight collared t-shirts (Guys, it gets worse than that 🤦🏼♀️).
At 17 I had a shaved head and I thought drop crotch anything was the way forward, probably thought I was a boy again (told ya 🤢).
At 19 I had some bangs, chin-length black hair, high waisted jeans and sheer button up blouses done all the way up (thats if I wasn’t in activewear, which was basically never).
Come 21 I wore bright oversized cardigans, patterned trousers and scarves.
Around 23 it was pencil skirts and blazers because all I ever did was work.
Which brings me to my mid 20’s and my dear collection of too many oversized-whatever’s, not enough space to put them and a boyfriend who cringes every time a parcel arrives at the doorstep. 🙃
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