Day 246: Carry-Over Champion

Just to get back to fashion again for a moment. My standpoint on fashion is mixed. I like clothes. I like shopping as long as it is in a thrift shop or an op-shop, or online. I cannot stand retail shopping though—unless it is for shoes. I don't like to be dictated to regarding what I should be wearing, but I follow the trends in stolen glimpses at trashy and trendy magazines. I hate the exploitation and the idea of spending hundreds of dollars on a name; I love to get a designer item in a lucky second-hand shopping trip. I hate judgement and comparison and superficiality, but I love colour and feel and texture and craftsmanship. We all have to wear stuff. It's a bit of an expected and regulated social rule. I am so glad that my taste and proclivities direct me towards thrifting. Thrifting has all the benefits. Bargain prices. You get more for less, always. You can find things that are en-trend, but don't look like they came from a rack of identical twin sisters. And you aren't afraid to get out scissors and thread and chop up a thrifted item to make it more contemporary. If you have, or make, time, and not like you would be with a new Chanel jacket, for example. And you are sustainable. Don't all get into thrifting please. It will spoil it for us already in the game. But it's a good thing when fashion isn't just about designers and high street stores.

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Playing the sustainability card a little, in amongst my op-shopping sprees, I have decided to do some tag-team dressing for an undisclosed amount of time. It may mean less washing than everything prior to this on the blog has occassioned, as it means wearing things a little longer before they hit the laundry basket. So from today until, well, whenever, I am taking one item from each outfit into the next day—like a game-show's carry-over champion. I think it will be fun and make me look at my wardrobe in yet another light. Hope you enjoy it too.

I learned something about myself this week. I'm apparently less easy to embarrass than I have been in the past. Maybe it's from posting pictures of myself on the internet in some quite ridiculous outfits for two hundred and fourty-six days, maybe it's that I just don't care; maybe I feel more comfortable. I have this ongoing day-time vision of walking through the control room floor at work in my crazy shoes and BANG! just hitting the deck because I have twisted an ankle or turned a foot. I did it! In my sneakers. One minute I felt the little catch on the carpet, next minute I was flat on my back looking up at work colleagues and lamenting a broken nail. No blushes, no anxiety attack. It was quite comfy down there. Now. Now is a different matter. I may be more psychologically able to take a fall but my muscles and bits are hurting like hell. At least I don't have to fear the vision anymore, and I am more justified to wear heels—sneakers are dangerous.

The Outfit Dress (Tag-in): Op-shopped Sweatshirt: Beachport, South Australia, at the local milk bar on an unprepared for, very cold day Leggings: Target Shoes: Irregular Choice

Photographer de Jour: Moi

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