You can tell I'm off to a slow start when we're close approaching March and I'll still saying it's the beginning of the year. The problem isn't how fast the months are rolling by, but more that I feel like I'm stuck in a 2019 kick start rut. I guess you could say I feel like recently I've lost my get up and go, I feel a little out of sorts and worst of all I just can't quite put my finger on why. There's that one scene in Breakfast At Tiffany's, the one which makes me fall for Holly Golightly hook, line and sinker where she very articulately explains "The Mean Reds". They're horrible, you feel afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. The first time I watched this scene I remember thinking "she gets it", as truth be told the more I think about it, the more I'm certain I might be a long standing sufferer of the dreaded Mean Reds. I'm well adverse to over thinking, over worrying, suffering with imposter syndrome or the unexplained feeling of displacement, all of which I think fall neatly into the category of "The Mean Reds". My issue over the past month or so was that I just couldn't shake this feeling off, Mean Reds sounds so aggressive, bold and slightly dramatic... Mine was more a slow and steady underlying feeling looming in the background, maybe The Mean Magnolias would be a little more apt? Or how about The Mean Eggshell Beige? Needless to say I can't stay feeling like this forever and over the past fortnight I've been doing my upmost to get my va-va voom back and as I don't believe I'm the only one who ever feels this way, I thought I'd share my POA which hopefully can help metaphorically give yourself the kick up the bum you sometimes need!
It's The Same Old Style
I guess this post is kind of a continuation of my last entry on style resolutions (not to be mistaken with new year resolutions). I spoke about how this year I really wanted to get back to grips with my own personal style, the pieces I love and the inspiration I will forever adore! This isn't to say that I've been dressing out of character as such but more that towards the end of last year I kind of felt like I'd lost my way or more aptly I was just a little lacklustre about my style. For me personal style has and always will be about self expression and being unashamedly proud of who you exactly you are. Personal style is not just about being confident in yourself (which I think we can all agree is sometimes easier said than done) but it's a homage to the routes you've taken to cultivate it. Whether that's music, film, an era, one particular style icon or a mismatch of various designers, I've always been a strong believer that you should celebrate the culture you've chosen to have around you through what exactly you wear. For me that's most predominantly music. It has to be said that my complete obsession with music of (mainly) the sixties and seventies kind of manifested itself through my clothes completely subconsciously. I didn't just sit down one day and decided "you know what I should just dress like George Harrison", instead it was completely organic. Music and fashion were the two things I felt most passionately about therefore it was only natural the two would collide and subsequently my happy place really did become to outfits I wore!