Selfie

Aside from excellent coffee, delicious food and bearded babes, I'm quite partial to a good looking bit of fabric, cut and sewn together. A good staple item can be worn multiple ways by multiple people, some well, some not, but in a way that suits their personality or 'style'. At least I like to think so.

I'm pretty sure I've worked my way through most fashion stages growing up - bar chav, goth and emo. I jumped straight on the rebellious path, aka (hideous) grey hoodie, enormous flared black trousers worn to the point of no return - they split at the rear on the bus home from school... *sigh* - and my backpack embellished with studs, spikes and band patches and so my personal 'style' evolved over the years - I never look back at these days with much regret, more with a shudder.

My current situation doesn't allow for much 'style' in the day - borrowed Wellies, $7 'mum' jeans and a $15 ugly jumper - and by nightfall, the warmer the better. So this post has come about mainly for myself, to remind me that beyond the mud, there is silk, pattern and colour and by jove when I get back to the city I shall have a blow out.

I'm not one for putting my grill on film, less is more, right?