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A lack of vision
In fashion, insults are as seasonal as the new it bag.
"Last season", "uninteresting", "uninventive", "high-street" - you name we've all been on the receiving end of fashion's forked tongue. Given the fact we wear pointy heels and padded jackets however, the insults roll of our backs, much like our credit card statements. We're simply UNinterested in name-calling, harsh though it may be as we've cunningly developed a "so low we're in the gutter" form of sensitivity, or a new "hybrid" nature as we like to call it here in planet fashion. Sticks and stones may hurt us but names never will - anyway moving on...
The one insult that still manages to penetrate this season's armour however is to be called "without vision". A visionary is what e-v-e-r-y editor/designer/PR/ strives to be - and quite frankly "being without vision" is the end of the line. You'll understand my torment therefore - when this week my vision, was quite literally taken away from me.
Picture the scene - the sun was out, it was a pleasant Sunday afternoon and off I went, in search of a little afternoon aperitivo. Emerging from my house, blinking into the spring sunshine, I realised something was very wrong, when my little peepers retreated into their sockets giving me the distinct sign that they wanted to stay in, in, in. Automatically assuming I was having a stroke I ran indoors where I'm embarrassed to say I've remained ever since.
Now naturally as you know I'm a lady that likes her Facebook/Twitter/Blackberry/email and so what I've endured the past few days has been a form of solitary confinement of the social networking kind. With my eyes in shutdown, any attempt at reading caused me to run to my bed like a wilting character in a Jane Austen novel. Could this be a sign I've over networked???
As if missing out on 3 whole days of Twitter wasn't enough - I'm now sporting a pair of glasses - something I haven't done since school. Although their sudden authority is quite empowering - this one little accessory has single-handedly left my wardrobe devoid of suitable attire to go with them and I'm currently undecided whether to go for sexy secretary or Mary Poppins/demure Sicilian?
Answers on a postcard please (large type) to behindtheseamsgirl@gmail.com
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