I can’t be the only one who does this. I’ve just gotten back from my Mums, where I stayed last night to attend a funeral. Whilst there, I was in my old bedroom, and I went through my old wardrobes. Now, most of my clothes either now reside with me in my flat, or were sent to the charity shop a while ago, but there’s still a few bits and pieces that remain in tact.
Mostly jackets, they were too tempting to not try on. And with the exemption of one of two garments, they were all hideous! I mean, come on, what kind of a pillock was I in college? A suede jacket that’s about three sizes too big. A black trench coat (which really is a flasher mac, if such a thing exists…) which is also several sizes too big. I remember buying that in the charity shop. I didn’t care that it was too big for me, it was only £3, and it looked cool at the time. In my head, at least…
The item that did fare well, mind, was a cream suit. I got it to wear to a friends wedding in 2006, and it had never really fitted. Worryingly, it was too big then, when I was a bit weightier than I am now. But I tried it on, just for a laugh, and it fits really nicely. Suddenly I saw it as a great casual sit to wear the next time I need to go to a posh place. Not that I attend many. But if it fits now – when I’ve lost weight – what does that say about me? I’m going to cross my fingers and hope that I just grew up. That’s whats happened. Yeah.
But I went through all these items (slightly-chavvy, slightly-geek-chick cardie… Might take that one home…) and wondered, quite seriously, what the hell I must have looked like.
Most of the first year of college, I wore suits in. Every day. I don’t know why, but I was in college, now, I had to look smart and grown up. Steven Moffat wrote a line for Doctor Who, which, it must be said, is completely true. It said that “I was always trying to be old, and grumpy, and important; like you do when you’re young!”. And he’s right, completely. I still do, to an extent. I’m wearing a green cardigan, now, which is also oversized, but in a comfortable way, not a ‘I bought the wrong size because the que for the dressing room in Primark was too long’ way.
I guess what I’m trying to say, is I spent a real long time, trying to find my ‘look’. When I first started University, I’d wear jeans, with a shirt (rolled up sleeves!) and a waistcoat. Every day. I had about 12 waistcoats. About 6 of them were nearly identical. But that worked for me for a while. For that first year, that was my ‘look’, and it served me well. It had that slight air of being a bit grown up, while still trying to fit in with the ‘Top Shop’ generation of people around me (and for the record, I’ve never bought a thing in Top Shop. I’ve only ever been in once, and even then it was only to see if they had any Converse in my size. They didn’t.). It became a part of me, so much so, that when I did just wear a t-shirt, it came as a shock to everyone. Now I’ve kind of moved on, again. Jeans and a t-shirt are my standard look at the moment. A kind of timeless classic. I have several favorite t-shirts, the ones I like to wear most often. But all this costume testing has gotten me wondering; what will I be dressed like in another three years? Well, for a start, that trench coat is going in the bin…
Will