I was laying in bed wondering what I should write the other day as it’s been a while since I properly sat down to do some blogging (god damn you Grey’s Anatomy and your predictable, but addictive drama!) which is when I started to think about what it is I love about fashion – perfect post? I think so.
You know when you’re little and you sometimes have an idea of what you’d like to be? Typical things are a doctor, nurse, pop star, writer, footballer, vet – you get the gist. However, I always wanted to be a fashion designer. I’d lay on my belly, pieces of paper strewn around my bedroom with drawings scribbled all over of clothes I’d designed and a little signature of Gabri in the corner (because there already was Elle and Gabrielle the singer with one eye) that I’d planned on calling my fashion line. I even remember getting my sister and cousin involved in the shebang, my grandma let us use some old curtains one weekend which we chopped up and hand stitched (badly) together whilst they strutted around the house and it fell to the floor.
I continued getting creative at school, always loved art and textiles and when it came to choosing between college and sixth form, I went ahead for a BTEC National Diploma in Art & Design (I think that’s what it was called anyway – it’s been a while!) – you couldn’t get the creative out of me and when the two year course came to an end I went back to the earlier memory of Gabri and knew I had to study fashion. It was my childhood dream and despite going through various fashion faux pas’ (read Schott hoodies, dupe Ugg boots that slid to the side and various floral print tops we luckily don’t have photo evidence of), it was my dream and I was going to go for it.
So, you may now ask after that long ramble why I love fashion?
I love it because you can tell a lot about a person by the way they dress. You get a sense of who they are, what they do and what their interests are. I love sparking a conversation with someone because I’ve admired something that they’re wearing.
I love knowing how garments are constructed, I love knowing how you would pop that cute little frill onto your shirt, the peplum on your dress, the pocket on your jeans or those special seams on your evening gown – not that I go many places where people wear evening gowns or get inside of them, but you get my drift.
I love to treasure my little pieces of fashion as they hold memories for me – my wedding dress, my bikinis from all of our holidays, the play suit I wore on a weekend to Brighton with my best mates, a pair of boots Aaron bought me for Christmas – the majority of the pieces in my wardrobe have a memory associated with it and I love fashion for that.
I love how a person’s face will brighten a little bit when I tell them I really like their dress, shirt, jumper and they tell me “ahh this old thing? I’ve had it for ages, but thank you!” – my admiration for what I see as art can put someone in a better mood and that makes me happy.
My love of fashion doesn’t mean I’m going to be donning the crazy shit that comes off of the catwalk before it is re-created into something new on the high street. But I love the art, the expression and the happiness it can bring. Yes there’s a flip side to it all and I’m not going to pretend there isn’t a horrid side to the glamour, but it brightens a lot of people.
Do you love fashion and if so, let me know your reasons in the comments below.