Choosing Clothes


I like to wear bright colours! Labels do not matter to me, nor do I seek a correlation between beauty and high price. I am not a designer woman at all. If I find a style that I like, and consider flattering, I am likely to buy seven of them, cheaply, in all colours of the rainbow.

Having said all of the above, I rarely buy clothes – find it tedious and frustrating. Once I like a garment, or a type of garb, I will wear it every day (with the odd wash in between, obviously: I may be sartorially unaware, but slattern I am not!) – and one of the many lovely things about moving to Glastonbury is this sense of utter freedom where material appearance is concerned.

I do not feel obliged to dress to any kind of stereotype for my age and location. I have hippyish gear aplenty – and it is probably my most enduring look – but I am equally happy pottering about, on a day-to-dog-walking-day, in grey sweat pants, a blue long-sleeved shirt, my wonderful, toning with the barnet, thick russet jumper and, when I take the hound for a peregrination, green wellies.

How do I dress? Hmm! That sounds ruder than I meant it to be, but I know what I mean so I shall leave it in all its glorious ambiguity! I have no wall mirrors and have, in any case, always been more of a sling-it-on merchant than one who stands before the glass looking at precise angles, how the dress falls and all that, to me yawn-worthy, malarky. I should have been a bloke really! Though I know some men can be every bit as vain as we women are reputed to be!

So, down to specifics: I have a pair of jeans, several long skirts and a trio of brightly-coloured short skirts. These I team up with my rainbow line of long, short-sleeved blouses and my equally vibrant batwing tops. All the above were incredibly cheap – and the variations are almost infinite, meaning I don’t need to agonise over what to wear for more than about two seconds! I have a look that is my own, which cost me very little, which suits me and which requires almost no maintenance. Ideal!

For work, I have to be more formal and tidy – and I did worry about this initially because I don’t do suits and most of my garb from my full-time teaching days had been jettisoned, or had worn out, yonks ago. But I have found a solution: A smart, longish brown skirt, a nice jacket and tights, all of which can be teamed with the three or four well-cut, more formal, blouses I still possess. I also tame my wild hair when teaching – and usually have it tied up in a pony-tail, or held back from my face with slides.

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This is a variation on my most-common look!

For too many years, lacking confidence and genuine interest in clothes, I tried to buy items which looked amazing on more conventionally pretty women – and looked ridiculous on me! Modern styles do not, by and large, become me because my looks are, if you like, a couple of centuries out of date! Once I accepted that I was a Pre-Raphaelite chick in the looks department, life became infinitely easier where clothes were concerned and I stopped trying to ape those I felt to be my superiors in the physical appearance line.

The other problem I faced centred around the fact that I have never been slim, though my weight has fluctuated wildly over the decades, and so certain fashions have always been closed to me. This was hell when I was a teenager and a young woman because the emphasis was on sartorial conformity back then.

Now? I don’t give a rat’s arse what anyone else thinks. If I like a certain style, I will wear it no matter what other, more fashionable, types say! Long, flowing, colourful and slightly eccentric will do me fine. I don’t care who made it in the Designer sense. I don’t care whether other women consider it fashionable or not.

I like my clothing choices and that, ultimately, is all that matters!

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8 thoughts on “Choosing Clothes

  1. When I taught I was known for my ties, I had a vast array of them; some smart, some comical, some arty and a few very bright. It was a constant source of delight for my tutor group and the little dears would critically appraise my choice of the day😀. This obviously encouraged me to be on the look out for more and more unique neck garb….loved it!
    Ali, always loved your unique style👍Xxx

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  2. David Greenway, Town Crier of Glastonbury and Honorary Bard of Avalon......and daytime wizard!

    A most enjoyable read! Thank you. You are happy in your clothes and they are a perfect match for you. It wouldn’t matter if you dressed in a sack – as your wonderful personality would still shine through! Having said that, the photo of you above is wonderful! As for myself, I don’t have much of an idea about clothes. Luckily I have June to tell me when I have blundered in the costume department! However, I also like colour. I have a wardrobe full of very loud, colourful shirts which I tend to wear in the summer. They’ve become my “trademark”. I have a smart suit for work, however. My one fashion obsession? I like to have my seams straight when I put my tights on. A Town Crier has to look his best! xx

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    1. I love your bit about the straight seams: made me chuckle! I can totally identify with it, though! You are an awesome Town Crier! Thanks for lovely words. Glad to hear you have lots of loud shirts! xxx

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  3. What you have is freedom! We are dictated, enslaved by those who place themselves in self designed positions of influence and who’s imaginations are restricted (ever notice how fashions are simply circularised recycled old ideas brushed off and pedalled to the masses) by their limited collective grasps and endless collective need for wealth. Wear what you like, be like a banana! (You know it gets a bit tatty on the outside but the goodness is all inside… hmmmm banana).

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    1. Ooh, the human banana: Never tried that! What fun! Yes, you are right, Ted, we are indeed dictated to by the Fashion Nazis (as I call them!) – to the detriment of true originality, I always feel. xxx

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