Sunday, 9 March 2014

Primarni Anyone?

Recently I was away on a little trip to a city. A large, capital city to make things clearer.

I enjoyed watching the different cultures, age groups and their behaviour.

What I found most intriguing was the fashion.

Or rather 'fashion status'.

I found that some people who visited high-end designer stores such as Chanel, Max Mara, Van Cleefs (the ones that offer you a glass of champers as you walk through the door) had an air about them. Not a nice air either. Their heads held high, their strut determined and a glance, not only down their nose, but sideways too-not moving their heads, wondering why you dare linger around such a store when your clothing clearly isn't of the same standard.


I chose not to enter.

I didn't feel intimidated at all, I chose not to associate with these folks.

Why do we feel an air of superiority when dressed in a certain way?

Recently, I was at a function when I saw the most fabulous dress. It was beautiful. The cut was fantastic, the quality of material was superb and it looked amazing on the person wearing it. I assessed where it could possibly be from...imagining that it would be over £100 without a shadow of a doubt.



Simples. I was stunned, it was no overreaction on my part to be left with my jaw dropped!

Thinking back to the high fashion. One lady who walked out of the shop, holding the bag of purchases in such a way that there was no mistaking that she would be wearing the designer with pride soon. I noticed her clobber. Ok, I loved her boots. That's where it ended. The trousers were not cut to her form. They looked...wrong...twisted. The coat had no shoulders, simply emphasising her 'bottle shape'  yet, she looked down on my still designer outfit (Karen Millen and Max Mara).

There is one reason, I think. Let me explain.

I love to watch the new styles arriving. Seeing which I like and which I'll avoid. Some seasons, the designers that I love simply don't cater for me. Other times I have a great time.

You can't love every item from one designer. 

I was actually wearing the designer that she had bought from. But she didn't look at my item and smile telling me 'good choice' no, she hadn't realised. She was so full of her own importance that she had spent an indecent amount of money on one particular clothing item, holding her head high as if she had status in this world.

This got me to thinking.

Remembering the fabulous Matalan dress, it really doesn't matter WHO you wear but more HOW you wear it.

The Matalan dress looked FAR more classy, elegant and stylish on the person than the high end fashion on this poor woman who really should have saved her thousands. If she hadn't walked out of the designer shop, and was simply walking along the road, I would have thought she just had a poor sense of style and needed to look at more magazines to get some ideas.

However, now that I witnessed her leaving the shop, with bag in hand (flaunting the designer name) I figure that she has a poor sense of style, poor manner towards others, superiority complex and the inability to spend copious amounts of money correctly.

What would I love? I would love to see high end designer stores use brand less recycled carrier bags for one week. Let's see how many sales they make. I would like people of all walks of life to be able to walk into these shops and be offered champagne on entrance. 

Often the people you least imagine have the most money, yet we still have those with 'attitude' giving the look as if you are scum of the earth.

Let me tell you a little story about myself.

After giving birth to rascal number one who had so many health problems, I was getting a little bit of cabin fever. So, as we noticed that we had ran out of essential groceries, I decided to take my first trip out since labour day.

I entered the store and grabbed a basket. Half way round, I noticed that I was being watched. By the security guard. And followed. I quickly got the remainder, paid and left (having missed some things in my haste to get out). This really upset me. I am an incredibly decent, honest person, who had gone through an arduous birth a week previously and had had very little sleep with a very poorly baby. 

I wore a tracksuit and trainers. 

That was it. My hair in a pony tail, tracksuit, trainers no make up and a bank card in my pocket. I looked and felt exhausted. Yet security felt that I was someone to be aware of. I was more likely to pass out than steal anything!

Had I looked like the woman leaving the designer shop, they would have been in awe of my perfectly done make up, and my stunning clothing (missing my lack of style!) I would have been followed simply to be admired.

So, it's amazing how we assume, simply because someone is dressed down, that they fall into certain wrong we can be.

It's despicable! The often incorrect judgemental attitude that we have on others. Let's stop it.