Fashion!

I love fashion.   Actually no, I don’t think that’s true, I love clothes. I do not follow any particular fashion magazine and I don’t check on line to see if what I am wearing is ‘in’ right now. I just love clothes, I love buying new things and feeling good about what I am wearing. In fact I would say I am a little bit of a shopaholic.  It’s true; I can’t go into a store without my debit card crying or my purse trying to run away. I think the people in town actually feel their commission sales soar as soon as I step out of my car.

Western Fashion changes so often that I often find that what I am wearing now by next week will no longer be ‘in style’. However such places like Persia or Turkey and even China have a longer lasting fashion trend, style rarely changes. Styles started to change rapidly in the Weston culture during the 14^th century and the following century, hair becoming more complex and styles changing from one moment to the next. Art historians can date a picture from these times from just looking at what they are wearing. Up to the 19^th century clothes that you wore would have been custom made, however with the advances in technology creating such machines as the sewing machine the fashion industry was starting to boom.

But what is it about Fashion that makes everyone so mad? Fashion is everywhere! You get ridiculed if you don’t get it right. Even in schools and colleges, you are taught from a young age that what you wear defines who you are; think of your typical stereotypes, Goth and Emos. They all wear black and heavy kinds of clothing or your conventional hippy (which I have to admit I have been referred too) wear bright ‘fun’ clothing. You just can’t get away from what you’re outfit is saying about you. With most clothes being mass produced it’s hard to buy something that’s truly individual. And being a woman I have also hated another lady instantly because she was wearing something that I was also wearing. Not her fault but there you go.

However it’s the world we live in, I’ve not even the right to complain about it! For tomorrow I’ll be going to town, I will get all excited when I walk into a shop, and buy a top that I know in my head that a million other people will have brought, however in my heart there’s only one of those tops ever made... and its mine!