I can not deal with ANOTHER man telling me; ‘I think my granny’s got that’ when referring to an item of clothing that I am currently wearing. Why do most men not understand the concept of fashion? Or creativity? Or of not just wearing jeans, t-shirts and trainers all the time? My brother, Charlie, is at that stage in his life where, to take out his aggravation with his own life, he makes it hard for everyone else to enjoy theirs – AKA 16. So with it nearly being the winter season and all, I decided to do a little light (*ahem*) shopping. I usually like to experiment with new styles, and some work out for the worst, so I decided I wanted to stock up on chunky knitwear and faux fur accessories galore – to keep me nice and cosy of course (as well as making me look a lot better).
As a student, and having recently recieved my SAAS money and a £500 overdraft, I decided that New Look would be a safe place for me to shop. Nice, fashionable clothing, but unlike Urban Outfitters and Topshop, I don’t end up overspending too much.
Mission one: a jacket.
Even though I do already have a Wallis purple felt jacket, I decided I wanted to try an aviator style jacket with a faux fur lining. This jacket was right up my street, not too bulky, a soft light texture and was able to zip up to save me from the cold. Of course when it, and me, arrived home, my mum was giving it all – “it looks a bit short”, “is it waterproof?”, “its not got a hood”! Lord save me from my overly practical mother! Well, anyway I was pretty chuffed with my buy, and thought it looked better than nice, so I decided to make a bit of an effort and go visit the lovely boyfriend. No sooner had I stepped two fProxy-Connection: keep-alive
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To go along with the old man’s jacket, that doesn’t have a hood, and won’t keep me warm in the coming months, I decided to get a new, suitable bag to carry all the university books that kill my shoulders. Mission two: The Holdall.
Now this baby is something that made me smile. As a huge Mary Poppins fan, even more so now, I fell in love with this carpet-looking, tapestry holdall. It is huge, so fits everything in it, maybe not a lamp but oh well. It is practical (wey hey mum), with it’s across-the-body strap and option to carry using the handles. And it is so chic. So believe my disgust when my brother, my mother and my boyfriend all commented that this bag could belong to their grannies. I honestly could have cried (well maybe not). Fair enough, the floral design looks vintage, and could be mistaken for an old lady’s purse, but the structure, design and size, make this bag very modern. I don’t care what anyone says. As this bag is also New Look, I don’t know how long it is going to last me, but if it does collapse, I am definitely going to buy another one just like it – to spite them all. They cannot take my Disney character dream away from me. It just brings back horrific memories from when I was teased profusely for wearing my favorite Eeyore back-pack to school, all that glitter, all that blue – well I was in sixth year, but it still hurt. *Weeping*
So as you can probably guess, buying chunky knitted jumpers didn’t really get a much sweeter reaction. More granny comments. Ha ha ha. I have absolutely had it with trying to be original, I am going to stick to joggers and vests – be a Plain Jane. Have a personality that reflects a dull style – no humor, no opinion – just plain, bland, fake Julia. Well, maybe not. But if I did surely everyone would hate it. Serve them all right. Well, I am away to cry about my oh so difficult life. Oh yeah, next project: getting my grandma to knit me an oversized, long, dress-like, cream, open-knit cardigan. Back in my day……….
If you want to be a granny like me; here is how to do it.