investing in the ‘forever’.

Skimming through my wardrobe, I’m left with a big fat feeling of dissatisfaction at the moment. How did I end up with a few over-done, immensely over-worn pieces bought many moons ago, aka back when my mum bought most of my clothes, and a smattering of quickly regretted and meaningless garments from the following couple of years? It’s all been done; outfits are exhausted. There is none of the excitement sensation, no element of pop. It’s a precarious situation to be in as someone who finds pride and joy in the daily outfit pulling – a mood determiner of sorts. Where, then, is the sense of creativity and beauty? Instead, I am left feeling overwhelmingly frumpy, old and boring.

But none of this I blame on the fashion industry. I don’t think the industry is ‘frivolous’ or forceful in its dissemination of trends unless you let it. Instead, there’s been a gradual shift within me. I was once willing to wear the shit to kind of get the end look I was after. But kind of doesn’t cut it anymore. What I want now is simplicity, clean lines and curves, decadent fabrics and timeless silhouettes.

The whole point of this unsolicited whinge, though – what value do we (you / me) place on these desires?

The capsule wardrobe is all the rage, building a constant stream of clothing suggestions in my inbox from online stores. They have finally convinced me that maybe less is best, or at least, less shit is best. (I’ll admit, How to be Parisian also played a massive role – the simplistic French wardrobe, forever impeccable, is the end goal of life). Not that I have been buying pieces from fast fashion stores – that ended years ago – but my op shop tendencies have equally led to a mass of pretty-not-that-great items, in pretty much the same style (i.e. white shirt, white shirt, white shirt…). While I have the quantity, I don’t have the variety.

The first step in my “capsule” endeavours is to start at the very bottom: the feet. I’m using Christian Dior as the proof that this is necessary:

You can never take too much care over the choice of your shoes. Too many women think that they are unimportant, but the real proof of an elegant woman is what is on her feet.
While Dior may not deem a pair of RM Williams fit for the ‘elegant’ realm, for a comfort- and ease-seeking modern-day girl like myself, they are the dream. Are boots not the epitome of effortlessness? Slip them right on – no frustrating laces or sandal straps to deal with. They are now even simpler than activewear because, you know, you also need the perfectly tousled hair, no-makeup makeup look and perfect brunch shot to make it real.

RM Williams has long-drawn my affection. I’ve considered (slightly) cheaper alternatives and researched the hell out of it, but still, they can not be defeated. The mind is set. It’s the boot that, I hate to say it (but it’s true), perfectly goes from day to night. Millicent, with her slightly pointed toe, takes the street kid out of the equation and transforms one into a strutting woman with confidence prepared for whatever the day may unveil. Surely once they are on my feet I’ll miraculously understand how to handle a horse, crack a whip, and pull off an Akubra. Life has never been so easy…

(And don’t forget, they’re also accredited by Ethical Clothing Australia – giant tick of approval there).

The value I place on my need / desire to feel good is massive. But not entirely indulgent. I’m investing in a “forever” piece that will truly stand the test of time. So that is my new motto: buy for forever. That’s the best way to save the planet. Who’s with me?
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(Images via Oracle Fox and Chronicles of Her)

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