Middle parting, wavy hair, red/ orange lipstick, vintage or high street blouse, high waisted bottoms (always), thin pair of tights, a pair of brogues, a charity shop bag over my shoulder and with my charity shop black cardigan in tow (The best £4.00 I have ever spent) and I’m out the door.
I would be completely kidding myself if I said I was individual. When I was look back at old photographs of my Mum, I become rather angry at the fact that she didn’t save me any of her old clothes. She looked completely stunning, and I found myself incredibly jealous of her outfits and well, her.
Then it dawned on me; this must be wear I get my style from. As I turned from photo to photo, I noticed that half the clothes she was wearing are currently sat in my wardrobe- just in a different colour or pattern.
I have always envied the way the likes of Alexa Chung, Fearne Cotton and Kate Moss dress, yet now I can see who I really envy. My Mum dresses and looks as beautiful now as she did back then. I guess I’ll be the one to remember to save my clothes for the next generation.
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