As a little girl I would sit for hours, writing a daily account of my somewhat unworthy diary entry, but with writing… I could bring it to life. Often making it sound like I was part of the Secret Seven! Building dens in big trees near our house and making picnics for a walk only a short mile away but it filled the days and my diary, effortlessly. And as brothers began stealing Gameboys and sisters started to move out… my voice had only one outlet-my diary.
Ten years since my last entry I pledge to write again, not on here of course, but maybe a little snippet here and there. I know my entries may have changed a little since then but one aspect that will always be discussed is fashion. I find that since a little girl I have counselled myself with clothes. If it was a bad day… I’d wear the brightest skirt and top in my wardrobe accessorise with none other than my pink Dame Edna Everage glasses and go. Then later… I’d write it all down in my diary… from the funny looks in Asda to the encouragement from my mother who would always, and I mean always, encourage me to pick-out my own clothes (sometimes even from my sisters, when she was out!)
And with an older sister whose wardrobe was (and still is) like an Aladdin’s Cave of designer labels and vintage accessories, I hold her solely responsible for my love affair with clothes. In her early twenties she became my style queen and to this day still has a wardrobe just for coats. (I once helped her to fix one of the rails that no longer could withstand the weight and with my own eyes, counted at least thirty-three!) At eleven, her wardrobe guaranteed that I went to my first school party in a Prada Skirt and Versace Blouse. And from that… where do you go…Max Mara…Donna Karen…?
On the run up to a party we would spend nights dressing me up in her designer dresses, back combing my hair and dancing around the bedroom to Pink Floyd and DJ of the moment, Jeremy Healy! But those were the days and those are the memories I can now read in my diary. So from today, I pledge to take it up again, if only just a snippet each day, I will write the fundamentals from people I’ve met to the clothes I’ve worn. If Bridget Jones can do it, so can I! Ill let you know how it goes.