When I was talking to Kenny a while back, I asked her the question “So if clothes do not maketh the woman, what does?” And that actually got me thinking about the role of womanhood in fashion, or more so, of fashion in womanhood.
Happy 20th birthday to me! Besides having to change my age on all of my social media, today marks a new chapter in my life (the end of my teen years and the beginning of my twenties/real adulthood) and I am both excited/nervous as all hell for it. But bring it on ?
I’m starting to feel like introductions are in order because it’s been a good two months *hides* since I’ve last graced the DearSolo blog with my presence. But in my defence, if you’ve been following me on social media, you’d know that the past few months have not been particularly easy.
|photos taken by my lovely mother|
okay, so i finally caved. if you follow me on twitter, you’ll know that when birkenstocks became a trend again, as apprehensive as i was towards them, i liked them on just about everyone else but myself, because, yano, i have ugly toes and whatnot. but, when i was matric dance dress shopping with my mom last week at the eastgate shopping mall (btw: i have a dress now and it slays, thank you mom), i stumbled into factorie and (my mom) begrudgingly bought these shoes. and i hate that i absolutely love them. like, they’re ugly, but they’re cool, right? either way, they’re one of fashions conundrums that we don’t question but if anyone asks, we blame céline for making them cool again (at least they’re not this bad.)
|photos taken by anjola og|
okay, so sorry (not sorry) about the unannounced hiatus, but, seeing as i’ve just written the most physically/mentally grueling sets of exams thus far (and technically, i’m still writing them), i made the decision to focus on academics for a while. and that decision will be repeated from mid august-mid september (that was your warning, heed it!). buuuuuuuut since i just couldn’t stay away, here’s a little outfit post.