Ever since the photo in the paper the goes with my column changed a few weeks ago and you can see that I have feet as well as a head, a number of people have asked about the brown boots I'm wearing (Veronique Branquinho from Belinda about four years ago when I was trying to be J-Lo).
In magazine shoots you rarely if ever get to ….
….wear anything of your own because….well, the stylist likes to dress you from scratch. There are two reasons for this.
1) It's nice for readers to be able to buy what they see you wearing and to do that, it has to be currently in-store.
2) People's 'real' clothes are often a bit shabby or not the right look the magazine wants to project to its readers.
Now that I'm being photographed more for various things (and will be moreso in coming months with my book being released – GULP), I've had to be dressed by stylists. In many ways, it can be enormous fun to go to a shoot and look at clothes on a rack and try some on (and then buy some – I've been doing all my shopping this way lately).
It's a bit weird really. Especially when you're not a model and you're being photographed as 'yourself' but not dressing yourself. I know that I personally can get in a total rut with what I wear. Do you relate?
I have pretty fixed ideas about what flatters me and what I won't even consider. But when you're being dressed by someone else, there's no such thing as preconceptions. A stylist can look at you with a far more clinical, professional eye and sometimes the results can be pleasantly surprising. When I spoke to the Sunday Life stylist on the phone before the shoot, she asked me what I liked to wear and I started into this big speech about 'nothing-tight-and-loose-tops-and-no-bare-arms-and-Ginger-and-Smart-and-Lisa-Ho-and…" and then I stopped.
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This is a topic that's been occupying my mind and sending my internal 'poor me' barometer crazy lately. So I was planning to get onto this one and whinge about my wardrobe containing only about three things that are both stylish and fit me these days, post baby, post full time salary.
But then I read each of the bests and worsts and cried at some and smiled at others and decided it doesn't matter at all, really. I poured a nice red and checked on my sleeping daughter and feel a fantastic perspective settling over me.
ultimate comfort zone - boyfriend's dressing gown. not only is it soft and warm, it's huge so i can burrow into it :D
clothes i wear out of the house:
casual - jeans, tee shirts, long sleeved skivvy type things, sailor coat, pashminas, knee high boots/flats, little shirt-dresses with tights.
work - high waisted skirts with tights and structured tops.
my resolution for the month? wear earrings every day. so often i just couldn't be bothered putting them in.
and wolly, i'm so calling my uggies 'hugboots' from now on :D