Sweater: Primark, Purple Stole: Monsoon, Skirt: Dorothy Perkins, Leggings: H&M, Boots: Long Tall Sally, Bag: Accessorize
We all have them, old trends clogging up our wardrobes primarily because we have great memories attached to these pieces but struggle to finally cut the cord. If you have a full on 333 capsule wardrobe there really isn’t any room for them, if. You abide by Caroline’s unfancy then there is a small storage option for you, but for me? Well I give myself a little more lee way.
The problem with trends is there are pieces which are timeless and pieces which aren’t. If I shopped more designer I think this distinction would be even harder to find as the more love has gone into the design of that piece as well as better fabrics/workmanship so any ageing faults may often be harder to distinguish.
What I know of myself is that eventually I tire of something completely and yet still feel reluctant if not impossible to throw certain items. This includes waist cinching knee length skirts (which actually if I can shrink a bit more will come back out in full force this summer) the sparkle boots (which have half oversized themselves out of wearability) rip off trainer heels ala Isabel marant 2012 and a broken backed thrifted sixties ring made from a deep blue resin. They all hold a key piece of my Jessica fashion timeline and that makes them harder to budge.
So whose aged? Trainer heels obviously so those rightly should have to go right? Only these are the heels that fit so comfortably that you dread not having them because what if? Furthermore I have designs of still pairing them with those bold midi pleated skirts – why not stick with what works?
And yet it’s my more unarmed pieces which realistically have to kick the bucket. A broken ring? Still wearable yes but being made of resin makes it pretty darn unfixable even for me the girl who buys new jewellery with pieces missing just to get a discount. But it holds greater memories, 14 year old me buying her first second hand piece in the county hall in totnes Devon one summer holidays with my parents and grandparents and then there was that time of life for me. I had just properly found fashion. My obsession with the Olsen twins waning I wanted to be one of the cool kids, the Ashley Simpsons of the world and be kooky and cool all rolled into one. I felt so fashion forward back then and so proud. It was the goal to stand out then, wear something no one else had and I felt like buying something second hand no one else would have a cool dark blue resin (or more likely plastic) ring on their finger come mufty day. And yet, in reality I more than likely had caught the trend from magazines, then saw something that fit and claimed the trend for myself since come mufty day any future fashionista worth their salt was buying up all their plastic jewellery like Buddha beads.
And the outstretched boots they are worn, pulled out of shape, but sparkles and a pair of thick socks? Why take the chance? That’s the problem with clothes. They attach memories and experiences which are far harder to part with than fabric.
How do you rid yourself of old trends? Jesses want to know.