I've kibbed myself…
Today, I learned a new urban dictionary word!
…done my colours, created style boards, cleared out and replenished my wardrobe, photographed good outfits, and spent a small fortune on clothes (new, ebay, charity shops, the whole works).
Sounds great. Genuinely. Really enjoyable.
All (most) of which I love, and I earn good money so it's okay. But is it okay?
Er, YES
Every so often I do wonder... to what end? Who is this for? i don't have a sparkling social life (see: three children and full time big job).
Who does? When I think of “people with a sparkling social life” I think of (1) wives of New York investment bankers who probably hate their lives, (2) celebrities who live a miserable life hoping to be invited to stuff to schmooze casting directors (3) QE2, who apparently turned down a gorgeous Norman Hartnell evening gown in the 1970s, because she “didn’t really have anywhere smart enough to wear it”.
I don't have anyone I'm trying to 'keep up with'. It's all just me and my head.
Nothing wrong with that!
It's not a confidence thing either - I'm very comfortable in my skin, etc etc.
Good, and refreshing, to hear.
And yet the time and effort I put into buying clothes, organising clothes(because I have so many), planning outfits etc you'd think I was in the public eye or running a fashion business.
Well, so what? Unless you are suffering from body dysmorphia, or whatever it is called, I think it is great that you want to make a statement with your clothes and care about how you look to the extent that you will put the work in. So few people do. I love to see well-dressed people, and I always want to talk to them. I stopped a woman in the station this week to enquire after the provenance of her fabulous yellow coat. Like you, I smile when I see someone who has made an effort and looks fab. (Disclosure: I, too, REALLY like clothes, shoes and accessories. Why dress to fade into the background?)