Gauchos. Jodhpurs. Whatchamacallits.
(I want to begin by extending a HUGE apology to my fellow fab 40 ladies, because this post is two days late, my blog was literally inaccessible since Sunday night because of technical issues, I couldn’t even get to the dashboard, and had to work with WordPress support via phone to resolve the problem, please forgive me ladies, please, this has NEVER happened before and I am so not a techie, it was really frustrating, but here we are, finally)
Of late, I seem to be at a loss for words to say. I’ve been staring at the screen since Thursday, and it’s already Sunday evening. I’m not sure why that is. I have the thoughts running through my mind but somewhere along the way, it would appear, they’re all jumbled up. Like internet connectivity on a bad weather day, you know? I don’t understand it though. I don’t think I’ve ever been speechless.
Or is it wordless, when it comes to writing?
D O Y O U K N O W T H E A N S W E R?
Anyway, the point is that when I first thought of this post, I couldn’t think beyond the fact that (a) I certainly did not want to write something about culottes, their origins/history, the numerous variations thereof; and (b) neither did I want to write about why I used to loathe them with a passion. So what was left, I asked myself?
Then I thought perhaps I could spin this in a different manner.
I want to talk about how, before my blog was born (and apparently, even after), I wouldn’t touch culottes with a 10 foot pole. I mean, the last time I wore a pair was at the age of 13, and those looked like riding breeches. In a nondescript pea-soup-shade-of-murky-greige. Alas, it was not a fashion statement pair. What can I say, I was at that I-want-to-fade-into-obscurity phase of teenage life.
Never did I remotely think that over three decades later, not only would I put on a pair of culottes again (here and here), but that I would wear it for a global audience. My younger self would be shaking her head in grave disbelief. No, make that utter shock.
And I can understand why. I wouldn’t be caught dead in culottes in front of family and friends but hey, I’m good with flaunting them on the Internet, for the entire blogosphere to see.
Mind-boggling, isn’t it?
Which leads to the crux of this tale.
Many of us started blogging to experiment with wonderful, different things to wear. Using our special, personal space on the world wide web as a visual diary, logging and chronicling the things we did, the food we ate, the workouts that actually, well, worked, and, of course, the clothes we wore. Dreamt of wearing. Or were afraid to wear.
And how is it that the very outfits which send us spiralling into a state of consternation in our real world lives, we have zero qualms in parading them upon the biggest stage imaginable.
I’ll tell you my thought process.
If I can’t see it, it doesn’t exist.
(that guy with the dogs? he offered the adorable Harriet and Mr Bear as accessories, of course I said yes, the pooches weren’t too keen though so he had to pose with them)
Isn’t that the oddest?
That it wasn’t actually the blog which gave me confidence to assemble never-before-tried outfit combinations (or colours, for that matter, yes, I’m one of those who insists there are varying shades of black and I have to own all of them), it was the premise of no physical person being around to see me, judge me. The absence of a tangible audience emboldened me.
L I B E R A T E D M E
Does that happen to you too?
And now, we come to this month’s edition of The Fab 40s. It was my turn to pick a theme, so I decided to go with culottes. Like why not. I maintain a healthy dislike for them but at the same time, the concept of wearing pants that mimic skirts that feel as comfy as pants, well, that’s a proposition is isn’t easily turned down GRIN so hello culottes. My fellow fabulous friends were equally intrigued (sorry, Jenny, I made you go shopping #sorrynotsorry), and their individual interpretations R-O-C-K.
Suzy, Suzy Turner
I am in absolute awe of how Suzy went from Gloria Vanderbilt to hip Pocahontas (if Pocahontas had a pixie cut, that is) in the blink of an eye. Such an unexpected pairing of suede with denim here. My fave touch is that divine tribal necklace.
Jennie, A Pocketful Of Polka Dots
Who else thinks “spunky” or “sassy” when they’re looking at this beautiful shot of Jennie? Isn’t she the absolute bomb? Equal parts sexy and fun, I’m pretty sure this is my favourite outfit for the month. Those pretty stripes? It’s like she’s wearing a rainbow.
Ann, Kremb de la Kremb
This is also my fave outfit of the month. Hey, a woman can have two in one same post!! I mean, how could anyone not love polka dots?? In graphic black and white, no less, with those groovy sunnies providing a vibrant pop of red.
Mary, Curly Byrdie Chirps
Confession, when I chose culottes as the theme, I had a teeny inkling that Mary might perhaps be wearing a jumpsuit. Bham!! But it never crossed my mind that it’d be this delicate, super pretty baby blue number topped with that sleek white duster vest.
For this month, we have the chic and poised Kim as our guest.
How beautiful is this photo, first of all? It has a delicate, old world charm to it that speaks to my ancient soul. I’ve been following Kim on Instagram for a while now. You should too. She has a style that is so effortless that I, well, in all honesty, quite envy and covet. Effortless yet polished and sharp and, best of all, with a hint of wit that is so rare (and needed) in the sartorial playground these days. Thank you so much for being a part of The Fab 40s this month, Kim!!!
And here’s me.
Blush Faux Leather Moto Jacket (Sans Souci) | Lace Camisole (OVS Italy) | B&W Striped Culottes (Poshmark) | Booties (Cicihot) | Choker (c/o Manic Panic NYC) | Sunnies (Goodwill)
This is probably the closest I’ll ever get to looking “corporate” and it almost did not make the cut. Why, you ask? Well, it just seemed a smidge too straitlaced. Backing it up a little, the original composition comprised of a cropped cardigan which I very quickly discarded in favour of that blush moto jacket you now see. Oh and an S&M looking choker for added effect.
How about you?
How has blogging boosted your sense of bravado? Your confidence? Your dare-to streak?
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