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Dressing for the Job…

When I first decided to make the move to London I visualised my life becoming somewhat like Sex and City, flitting around the hippest places in enviable outfits and fantastic shoes just like my ultimate style icon Carrie Bradshaw (I know she is not real and it’s a horrible cliche but I don’t care, Patricia Field is a genius, I can watch episodes that are 10years old and still covet Carrie’s style)… so due to this misconception I arrived on my brothers doorstep one sunny day in June with a larger than life suitcase which was filled to the brim with a lot of shoes and very little else…

What was originally planned to be a two week trip, turned into three months of couch surfing as one internship led to another which led to another… more trips home to refill the suitcase were made, more shoes were collected and very soon my brother’s spare room was resembling a walk in shoe closet… working in the west end during the summer sales also didn’t help, about the only time of the year when I venture into department stores like Selfridges with the serious intention of purchasing… It may be the scottish in me but I do love a bargain and the lure of Kurt Gieger heels reduced from Β£120 to Β£19 was impossible to resist…

I look back now and think about how incredibly naive and stupid I was… I wasn’t earning anything and was slowly depleting the savings it had taken me so long to build up and which I would later realise were badly needed for practical matters such as when I moved out of the bubble of my brother’s flat and had to start fending for myself… I will be eternally grateful to his hospitality for preventing me on many an occasion from becoming an incredibly fashionable homeless person with no money but great shoes…

But it was my first forray into life in the big city and I was determined to make my dream of the Sex and the City lifestyle a reality, I aimed to train myself so that I too could take a dog for a walk in hot pants and a pair of 5inch heels (again I know it’s not real, but I don’t care) But what does make me smile when I think back to this time, is that while I spent ridiculous amounts of money and bought more shoes in one month than some people buy in a lifetime, I wore every single pair… and I loved them and cared about them and showed them the attention they deserved. I would wear platform mary janes to work and run back and forward to Starbucks ten times a day without a second thought, I would put on a pair of hot pink wedges to walk ten minutes to the supermarket, I would proudly sport a pair of strappy peeptoes to watch a band in a grungy basement location and I would even spend hours deliberating over which boots to champion for meeting my friend in McDonalds after work…

They say you should dress for the job you want, and I guess to an extent this is what I was doing… as an intern every day is like a job interview, except with fashion jobs your outfit choice is ten times more important than anything that comes out of your mouth. But what I actually believe is that you end up dressing for the job you have… during these cruel days of interning as much as possible, working weekends in a retail job to pay the bills, freelance styling when I could, and attending job interview after job interview my look would change daily depending on where I was working/ what job I was going for… one internship I did, handed us out a manual on day one dictating what we were and were not allowed to wear with certain colours banned from the office due to the director of the company disliking them… suffice to say I didn’t last long as when forced to conform on my fashion choices… I rebelled…

Nowadays I miss the glamour slightly… after two years of living here I have fallen into the Londoner trap and now live in a steady cycle of trainers, biker boots, brogues… becoming settled in a job I enjoy has allowed me to relax slightly and our office is so laid back, with a constant supply of free trainers on the go that I do seem to find myself reaching for the jeans and sneakers combo much more often. There seems to be something about living and working in London, as opposed to other cities which forces us into this trend. If you think about London style Icons such as Kate Moss (ballet flats) and Alexa Chung (brogues) they stand out for their casual comfortable style, compared to those across the pond who are never seen without a pair sky high Louboutins on… My heels now only come on out on certain occasions (fashion week, my birthday) and I find myself complaining about sore feet after half an hour… what happened to my training????

So now I have a cupboard full of beautiful heels, both here and at home in Scotland that never see the light of day… as much as I love them, a pair of satin peeptoes with a bow at the back and a spindly metallic heel simply have no place traipsing the grimy streets of East London… yet I can’t seem to part with them. When I was an intern, Ebay became my trusted money making friend and apart from my vintage dresses, I have no problem selling off clothes I no longer wear… I like to think they will go on to have another fabulous life with someone else… but this reasoning does not apply to my shoes… I even have a number of pairs which I have never worn and/or are too small for me but are still too beautiful to say goodbye to… with shoes I feel like you never know when an occasion of scandal for which they could be perfect for will arise…

But upon looking at them all bundled together in my cupboard this weekend I became sad… and have decided to restart my training and relight my Carrie Bradshaw dream… the heels are coming back out to play! It’s a four day week this week and I really have no excuse so I am aiming to wear a different pair of heels every day… besides there is plenty going on, I’m off to a party for the launch of a new mag on Tuesday (which I will fill you in on next week) have a meeting with a potential new brand on Wednesday, am hosting a tea party to fundraise for ginger boy and his marathon adventure on Thursday and having a scandalous night out on Friday! Perfect!

It’s time to bring back a bit of old school drama. My favourite quote from one of my favourite Icons of the Hollywood Glamour years, Joan Crawford, sums it up… “I never go outside unless I look like Joan Crawford the movie star. If you want to see the girl next door, go next door”

Anyway I shall let you know how it goes… Carrie Bradshaw week begins (not sure if I’m brave enough to wear the hot pants mind you… one step at a time)

This post is ridiculously long and if you have read this far… thanks! and here is some pretty pictures of my favourite Carrie outfits to reward you…

3 Comments

Natalie

i love ur writing! and these sexn the city pics r very cute. she has really colorful style! πŸ™‚

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Bumpkin Betty

Thanks guys… although the heelathon has been brought to an abrupt end, or maybe just a minor break after finding myself hauled up in bed… God I am good haha!

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