Rummaging through my wardrobe trying to find something to wear that doesn’t make me feel like a beached whale, a toddler or just a mess in general. I feel like I have fallen out of love with all the clothes that I own. So that only means one thing… shopping.
In a recent post, I discussed how I was feeling a little lost whilst shopping for some new autumnal pieces, but to be completely honest, I feel COMPLETELY lost when it comes to my personal style.
When it comes to my own personal style, I like to thin that I know how to dress for my size and shape. Comfort is always a huge part of my wardrobe, if I feel uncomfortable in an outfit I get really stressed and start to feel paranoid that people are staring at me – and not in a good way.
Working your ass off to reach that next milestone on your social media. Posting multiple times a day, liking dozens upon dozens of photos and commenting on every Tom, Dick and Harry’s account just to get your account noticed. It is hard work, and I realised… it doesn’t have to be.
Whilst sitting in a VIP Booth – at a club night launch – I sipped on a glass of Passoa, whilst singing along to Girls Aloud and 5ive with my friend Amey, when we suddenly realised that not only were we probably the oldest guests there, we were pretty much the only ones following the traditional rules of club dress codes and it got me wondering – what has happened to club standards when it comes to dress codes?