I don’t like socialising very much
You see, I’m not a people person at all
Even from an early age (as in 5 years old), I was never very comfortable around people. It mattered not one iota if they were older or if they were my peers, I’ve always only felt awkward. An oddity on display that was sized up, assessed, and found wanting at rapid fire speed. Note, of course, that much of this existed solely in my head, and that the people in my vicinity were, in truth, normal and nice, and completely sans nefarious intentions.
Naturally, I gravitated towards the world wide web when it became the zeitgeist of friend-making. I mean, that’s how the man and I first met, online.
No muss, no fuss.
Z E R O H A S S L E
You never had to meet in person (especially if they’re on the opposite end of the world, which makes for very interesting cultural comparisons), and when the cravings for solo time hit, you only had to log off to enjoy solitude and your own company. God. I sound like Scrooge McDuck. Or the Grinch. Take your pick, Cindy Lou Who.
Black Laced-Up Sweater & Blush Sock Boots (c/o Forever21) | Pink & Peach Camo Shorts (H&M) | Jewellery (c/o Kollectin) | Oversized Sunnies (Poshmark) | Military Green Leather Jacket (purchased in Australia) | Lipstick (22 @ Kylie Cosmetics)
And for the longest time, I was perfectly content to live my life that way.
I had several friends (ladies whom I met either through the blog or a social media platform) who went on to become my online confidantes. A mere handful, yes, but intentionally so. I find it very hard to open up (yes, there are still several more layers to me, beyond everything I’ve shared on this blog), and the “friendship” very often quickly moves into that I’m the one on the listening end of the spectrum. Again, I was fine with the way things were. Why change the status quo?
And that’s how it remained until Eve went away to university. All of a sudden, the house went from quiet to eerie radio silence. Normalcy as I knew it was shredded to bits. No longer could I build my day around the time of 3.20pm, when my baby would walk through the door after another day in
hell high school. That’s when I began to feel, well, lonely.
The sweetest little card from Jodie helped. So much. That woman is indeed a godsend and I should really make an effort to be, at the very least, 10% of a friend to her, as she is to me.
What kicked me in the ass and woke me up (finally) was when Eve texted me from campus saying that she was really worried I’d be lonely because I didn’t have friends. That hit me very hard because (a) Eve was absolutely right in that I was feeling bereft and I didn’t have a single friend to hold my hand during this empty nest phase of my life; and (b) it is simply not cool for a child to worry about her parent. Not in these sort of situations anyway. So I made up my mind that I was going to socialise.
Come hell or waters high, I would make friends.
I’ve really been putting in the effort, and the results have been no less perplexing as the methods I’ve been experimenting with to make friends, all in the name of stopping my daughter from being thus distressed over her mother’s apparent self-imposed isolation.
Why perplexing? Well, these days, it’s all about the app. You make a friend via an app. You hook-up via an app. You could even meet your soulmate via an app. Things have changed so much. I’ll be sharing my findings (and whether or not I remain friendless, here, on Wednesday as well as Friday) so you need to come back and read them. But truth, it’s a crazy ass place out there.
THE WORLD IS INDEED ONE CRAZY ASS PLACE
One thing has (blessedly) remained constant, and that is the joy we have when collaborating with Jodie and her ladies, Eve and myself, we do. And what better theme to reflect the overall message of this entire post than Charlie’s Angels, wherein your very existence is dependent upon whether your BFF has your back.
It seemed timely.
We begin with the inimitable style of Natalie Cook. She’s adorable and cutesy and pretty, a little dorky and very goofy, the more “girly” of the group, loves one shoulder tops (well, loves showing off her arms and her shoulders in general), and proudly parades a string of pigtails and/or ponytails.
Eve, Teens (the world according to eve)
There is a reason why Eve’s high school nickname was Sassafras. Is she not Little Miss Sassy Pants? With that demeanour and those pouty lips, then you throw in a lean, mean petrol sequin shift dress into the mix, and voila. You have Natalie Cook if she were amped up on attitude with generous doses of kooky couture and “hell if I care” disposition.
Sheela, 40s (sheela writes)
I knew I wanted something completely unexpected. Off kilter. Not everyone’s cup of tea (just like Natalie) but gloriously uncaring of whether my outfit is a crowd-pleaser or not. When I saw those pink camo shorts, I knew immediately they’d have a strong starring role. So too my blush sock ankle boots which are as divine to the soles as they are to the eyes. And to reflect that hint of sensuality in Natalie, the lace-up sleeves of that cropped black sweater.
Jodie, 50s (jodie’s touch of style)
I can oh so easily see Natalie wearing this outfit. A casual approach to being sexy. Nothing forced, nothing too obvious. There really isn’t that much else I can see about Jodie and her look save that I adore it. And that I would personally wear it in a heartbeat myself. Those dangles of earrings and bohemian neckpiece are perfect finishing touches. Just perfect.
Nancy, 60s (jodie’s touch of style)
Yet another “definite” Natalie Cook look right here. From those subtly bared shoulders to those bold, brassy sunnies, Nancy has this nailed. I particularly love how the palette is just SO demure and charming, yet when put together, delivers quite the aesthetic punch. You go, girl. Oh and them leather ankle booties with the pointy toes? S-E-X-Y!!!
Charlotte, 70s (jodie’s touch of style)
How often have you heard me declare that Charlotte’s my style role model? Well, you’re going to hear it again from me, right now. Look at her. A divine interpretation of Natalie Cook. Classic turtleneck. Chain belt. Pants hugging curves in all the right places. Badass ankle booties. Secret agent shades. And is that a leather cuff I spy?? Day’yum.
I C A N 'T E V E N
So tell me, which angel are you? Or are you the fallen angel? Stay tuned for Wednesday (Dylan Sanders) and Friday (Alex Munday) when the remaining two characters make an appearance. And who knows, perhaps Charlie will be there too.
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