I think most of you would be surprised, based on what you see on this blog, that I am actually a professional fashion blogger. After all, my uniform of jeans, cotton print skirts, t-shirt and flip flops and the fact that I rarely brush my hair don’t exactly scream fashion. I hardly ever buy new clothes (I rely mostly on my dad’s wife aka personal stylist who brings over a huge haul of charity shop finds every time she visits) and i wore my last pair of flip flops for so long that even Made was embarrassed to go out with me (he said they were worse than rice farmer flip flops).
However, I promise it’s true! I do indeed receive payment for blogging at a well-known British fashion site (I can’t say which one as that would ruin my secret identity). While I may not be so into fashion when it comes to myself, I do find blogging about it quite fascinating. I could tell you some interesting facts about Anna Wintour and I know all about the history of London Fashion week.
Actually the more I think about it, I’m more interested in the idea of fashion than actually practicing it. Project runway is one of my favourite programmes and I did actually used to design and sew clothes and screen print t-shirts and sell them on ebay (I remember a skirt i sewed out of a My Little Pony duvet cover being particularly popular).
So London Fashion week is one of those crazy things about fashion that I find really intriguing. I’m not so interested in Topshop’s new collection, more about the crazy and totally impractical outfits that make their way down the catwalk every year. I’m talking about the crazy green monster suits, the collapsible coffee table skirts, and hybrid alien cat head cone things.
Fashion week is twice a year in London and the next one is coming up soon. It’s the sort of thing that makes me wish I’d spent a bit of time living in London, as many of my friends did, before I left the UK. It’s easy to see how you can get swept up in the excitement of such things. Made never got to see London when we went to the UK and now he thinks England is really boring. I’d like to take him to London next time and prove him wrong :p It would be a nice little weekend trip I think – there are plenty of places to stay so we could leave the kids with grandma and grandad and have a child-free couple of days. Ah, wishful thinking….
For now I will continue to entertain myself by being a part-time fashion blogger, watching project runway and reminiscing about my ebay glory days. I’m so cool it hurts…
Photo credit: Swamibu