The Fashion Stakes….

Yesterday for the very first time, I went to a fashion show in Central London – and enjoyed it! I wouldn’t say that I would be ‘into’ fashion like some people are. I suppose, like many others, I enjoy buying clothes (and shoes lets not forget – you should see my wardrobe, it is ridiculous). There is something quite exciting about going to a catwalk show, the photographers, the lights, the glamour – again, it is another world, a world that you can so easily be seduced by.

I said to myself before I went:

‘Me? Fashion? Moi? That’s isn’t me. I don’t care what I look like. There are more important things in life.’ Ha! As if…it is a superficial world at best…right?

Yes, there are more important things – but the problem is that everybody has a different set of priorities.The truth is – I do care what I look like – in a healthy way I think (or would hope).  I don’t think there is anything wrong with enjoying what the fashion industry has to offer as long as you don’t lose yourself in it and believe that it is the be all and end all. If you can look at a model and appreciate the creative effort and artistry that has gone into a particular creation, then I think you are on the right track.

After all, when you look good, you feel good. It is all about psychology. I had an ex-boyfriend who used to wear certain clothes on days when he wanted to feel cool and mega powerful – seriously! Yes, I have to admit, there is something to be said about making the most of your appearance and your shape. The first impression another person makes about you (in an interview for example), is usually based on what you are wearing, your presentation and image.

I don’t like this but it is a truth of modern living – appearance seems to be everything as a means to persuasion. (It doesn’t always mean anything though).

Beneath the surface is actually what matters….who you are, and what good you do for others. I still prefer comfort – comfy trousers, jumpers, a pair of sensible flat shoes as opposed to stilettos I can’t walk in and no bra. The bra makes me uncomfortable and makes me feel as if I’m wearing a strait jacket. That’s me – but I will try and make a little bit more of an effort in the fashion stakes…maybe…if I have the energy to spare – while I’m still temporarily dazzled by the magic…

© Christina McDonald 2014.

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