When I worked in fashion, my style was more experimental and I always wanted to look edgy. I would wear 80s vintage dresses with holographic brogues and sculptural neoprene tops with PVC skirts. If you’re curious about what on earth a holographic brogue looks like, follow this link here. I was determined to stand out from the crowd, particularly during fashion week when I was eager to be noticed by the street style photographers. Now I’m older  (and a little wiser) being outré to impress others does not interest me; I only dress to please myself. There are times when my bipolar can make the world seem like a very scary, overwhelming place. Taking a few minutes to do my makeup and dress to my style is a form of self-care and gives me the courage to get out of the house.

The days when I would wear plunging necklines, backless dresses or short leather skirts are long gone. Since having my son I don’t feel comfortable showing too much skin; I can’t quite put my finger on why but it just feels wrong. I know other mum’s who still rock mini-skirts and low necklines and they look fabulous, but it doesn’t feel right for me now I’m someone’s mum. I think the key to mastering your personal style is to dress for who you are now and don’t worry too much about what everyone else is doing. My look is still pretty bold and I have no qualms about being more dressed up than everyone else. Wearing things from previous seasons also doesn’t bother me. When I was a fashion journalist I felt pressure to only wear clothes from the current season. This Ganni dress is a few seasons old, but it’s so classic and beautiful it doesn’t matter a bit. I bought it from One Scoop Store, a brilliant second-hand online store run by my friend Holly Watkins, who has great taste and an eye for pre-loved clothes. I’ve paired it with my old faithful boots from Kurt Geiger that I lived in last year. My necklaces are both old, the choker was my mum’s – I remember her wearing it in the 90s.

There’s something liberating about getting older; when I was in my 20s I was terrified of not having achieved my ambitions by a certain age. I realise now how daft that was; I put a load of pressure on myself to ‘make it’ before I was 30. I wish I could tell that anxious young woman to her to stop putting pressure on herself and enjoy the moment, rather than agonising about some spurious achievement schedule. My ambitions are now more inward looking, I strive to be at peace with myself and I I find that when I’m more comfortable in my skin, life has a funny way of falling into place. I do my best to live in the now and dress for who I am today.

 

 

 

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