Fashion and it's Friends

Whilst being at university for 3 years a lot in my life changed. Most obviously my style. I took my first footsteps into Primark (er..what a lovely experience), I also began my first wave of 'charity shop shopping' with my friends and once spent a whole friday night trying to make a fuscia pink silk skirt. I'd rather oddly convinced myself it was a brilliantly artistic and innovative way to make clothes that I didn't see in the shops. And as I spent around £40 (money I will never see again) in John Lewis, I remember feeling full of hope and pride that I was going to construct a garment so beautiful I'd have a queue of friends wanting to be fitted for ones similar...

Ahem. Famous last words. Cue to me four hours later sitting in a pile of pink fabric, pins, zips and my own self pity. I still don't know to this day how I managed to ever get my head around believing this was a good idea. It was only on my fourth attempt when my friend asked me if I had ever made a skirt before that I realised I had as much hope of making a Vuitton-esque creation as he did of finding a girlfriend.

So this post is dedicated to my friends and our fashion throughout university. I was lucky enough to live with two incredibly stylish girls in my second year who lured me out of my comfort zone in order for me to truely experiement with fashion - how could I ever thank them. Well I've promised them the skirt episode will never happen again...However I have been tempted by old Vogue templates. No? Maybe I'll leave it to the experts.

A couple of my best friends feature in this post and although there have been times (Mr Wakeford especially) that we have raised eyebrows regarding their ourfit choices, all I can say is at least they had the guts to raise eyebrows in the first place. Who else could pull off a velvet jacket on New Years Eve and get nothing but compliments? (and alot of odd stroking). Although much of his style is based upon what he can get in a skip (don't ever ask him about his Levi's) and the odd charity shop buy for under a tenner, he has a brilliant sense of style and without a doubt the only person who could look at something on the hanger that everybody else would steer clear of for fear of being looked at in jest and actually pull it off. Congratulations Stu, you'll never get a girl, but at least you've got some style.

Another of my best mates, Miss Case has an eye for some rather interesting pieces. She too holds investment in velvet - this time in the form of a mustard coloured dress. She also once owned a pair of leather trousers (I know no other girl who could look as hot in them) and has so many corsages she could probably open her own shop. She's a bit of a clothes whore. She's a clothes hoarder. She is one of my only girlfriends who I have fun shopping with because we are completely honest with each other. There are no niceties when we shop, no "Yeah, it's very you" or "Oh yeah, you look so cute in it". We are more to the point with the "As if you are gonna buy that" and the "It's actually disgusting". It's fun because even when she tells me she thinks my clothes are hideous, it doesn't stop me from buying them it just makes me want them more. She is confident with her clothes and that is one of the things I love about her. And she's the most hilarious drunk you will ever meet. Fact.

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