When fashion doesn't matter
July 27th 2009 10:08
I am a firm believer that there are few times in life when fashion doesn’t, or shouldn’t matter. Every day is a new opportunity for a wonderful fashion event, to create something fabulous from your wardrobe that makes you feel amazing and others appreciate style. But there are occasions where fashion doesn’t play a role. Well, as much of one anyway, and I wonder if this is a good or a bad thing.
Some of the rare situations where fashion doesn’t enter into the equation are through no choosing of our own – being in hospital for example. Even if you have fashioned your preferred version of surgical gown, still with rear access for that hot doctor, chances are they’re not going to let you wear it. That’s a fashion-less occasion that none of us are getting out of.
But then there are other occasions where fashion takes a back seat because of our own decision making, and I have to wonder if that’s really such a good idea. What got me thinking about this is my very recent bout of the evil, all encompassing flu which appears to have gripped Sydney. And despite my interstate mother being utterly convinced that I have swine flu (which I don’t thank you very much, I could never contract something with such a hideous name, surely?) and the fact my recovery is only being hindered by a cough that’s making me sound like a drag queen with emphysema, being unwell really does inhibit your desire to be fashionable. You’d think that at a time when you’re looking your most disgraceful, no matter how much Vitamin C you down or how much bronzer you throw about, your wardrobe would be your saving grace. But it’s on with the tracksuit and the time you do spend out of bed is taken up hunting through your cupboard for the most shapeless, baggy items of clothing that you own. I hate to admit it, but in recent days, I even wore Stevie’s snuggie. It was only for a couple of hours, but that illustrates how loose one can become with their fashion care factor when feeling under the weather. Frightening.
Another occasion when fashion is thrown to the wind, although this one is highly debatable, is when exercising. I know I have spent far too much cash on cute matching workout ensembles – god knows something has to be my saving grace and detract from my tomato head when once a year I decide to get physical – but there’s the other end of the spectrum. Those people who say “I’m just going to the gym” and trot off in the most shapeless of outfits – those ones the rest of us are saving for our sick days. Now, I don’t know about you but for me the difference is if you’re heading to the gym, you’re probably feeling pretty good –not unwell at least, which means there goes your excuse for looking tragic. Yes you’re going to get all sweaty and yes you can say you’re not there to look glamorous, you’re there to get fit, and that’s all fine. I am not in the wear- three-inches-of-makeup-and-do -your hair-before-the-gym camp, but I do believe that if the point of going to the gym is to help yourself on your hottie journey, that journey needs to commence at the gym, not after you leave it.
Unless you’re being brave and recovering from the flu of course, and on that note....where’s that snuggie?
Some of the rare situations where fashion doesn’t enter into the equation are through no choosing of our own – being in hospital for example. Even if you have fashioned your preferred version of surgical gown, still with rear access for that hot doctor, chances are they’re not going to let you wear it. That’s a fashion-less occasion that none of us are getting out of.
But then there are other occasions where fashion takes a back seat because of our own decision making, and I have to wonder if that’s really such a good idea. What got me thinking about this is my very recent bout of the evil, all encompassing flu which appears to have gripped Sydney. And despite my interstate mother being utterly convinced that I have swine flu (which I don’t thank you very much, I could never contract something with such a hideous name, surely?) and the fact my recovery is only being hindered by a cough that’s making me sound like a drag queen with emphysema, being unwell really does inhibit your desire to be fashionable. You’d think that at a time when you’re looking your most disgraceful, no matter how much Vitamin C you down or how much bronzer you throw about, your wardrobe would be your saving grace. But it’s on with the tracksuit and the time you do spend out of bed is taken up hunting through your cupboard for the most shapeless, baggy items of clothing that you own. I hate to admit it, but in recent days, I even wore Stevie’s snuggie. It was only for a couple of hours, but that illustrates how loose one can become with their fashion care factor when feeling under the weather. Frightening.
Another occasion when fashion is thrown to the wind, although this one is highly debatable, is when exercising. I know I have spent far too much cash on cute matching workout ensembles – god knows something has to be my saving grace and detract from my tomato head when once a year I decide to get physical – but there’s the other end of the spectrum. Those people who say “I’m just going to the gym” and trot off in the most shapeless of outfits – those ones the rest of us are saving for our sick days. Now, I don’t know about you but for me the difference is if you’re heading to the gym, you’re probably feeling pretty good –not unwell at least, which means there goes your excuse for looking tragic. Yes you’re going to get all sweaty and yes you can say you’re not there to look glamorous, you’re there to get fit, and that’s all fine. I am not in the wear- three-inches-of-makeup-and-do -your hair-before-the-gym camp, but I do believe that if the point of going to the gym is to help yourself on your hottie journey, that journey needs to commence at the gym, not after you leave it.
Unless you’re being brave and recovering from the flu of course, and on that note....where’s that snuggie?
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