Goodbye and hello...

Well, I am back. After 2 years if pondering whether there were enough fashion blogs out there without me poking my nose into the blogosphere, I decided to give it another go. I dug up my old posts, and while browsing through the stuff, I found this little thing from exactly two years ago, June 2006:

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Where do you draw the line at recycling a style? Having put on my vintage belt bought in a second-hand shop in 1994, black ultra skinnies, a pair of patent ballerinas with a bow and a baggy top, I had an eerie feeling of deja vu. I realised the combination was almost an exact copy of one of my outfits circa 1994. Have I come the full circle? Was I chasing my fashion tail? Would I wear Buffalo platforms next year?

As I walked down the street, I caught a reflection of myself in a shop window, and frankly, I was pleased with what I saw. I decided that one needed to be open-minded about recycling fashion trends, even if one remembers wearing the same outfit in the golden days of one's youth. If it looks good, don't knock it. As I got home carrying another 'essential', 1980s inspired sale purchase from All Saints, I bumped into my lovely neighbour Anna. During our customary fashion chat, she told me a shocking piece of news. Wait for this... She went to a gig in Hoxton a few days ago (Hoxton is the London fashion hotbed, where vintage is the new black and androgynous looking indie teens are standing around looking moody in their tapered leg jeans and battered Converse trainers). Well, Anna tells me that the new trend that is SOOOO coming back is the Sloane Ranger/young Princess Di look. Yes, that's right. The tapered leg, high waist jeans, the white shirts with the collar up, pastel jumpers and golden necklace worn out on the jumper, hair with short back and sides, massive mop on top. Apparently, once seen in Hoxton, the trend will descend on the town a few months later like a flu epidemic. I had a sudden vision of thousands of young Princess Di lookalikes prowling the streets of London in their pastel jumpers and wellingtons and I wondered... No. I draw a line at that. I will not do the Sloane Ranger look. No way.

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It's June 2008 and I have a pair of tapered leg, high-waisted jeans (have not worn my skinnies since last year), Hunter wellies tucked away in their fancy, yet sturdy, By Appointment to HM The Queen box in my wardrobe, and wait for this - Agyness Deyn is a model of the moment in her mad bat 80's old lady crossed with dangly youth glory, not a million miles away from Lady Di in her early days. Henry Conway, the self-styled Sloane queen (made famous as a son of the disgraced Tory MP Derek Conway), is falling out of horse drawn carriages in front of Mahiki club, and yes, it looks like the Tories are no longer nasty and they may win the next election.

Yes, 2 years is a long time in fashion.