Yesterday, I headed over to Kerri Sackville’s blog, Life and Other Crises, because she is a blogger (and soon to be published author of the eagerly awaited When My Husband Does the Dishes*) I regularly follow because I’m always guaranteed of a good laugh. And yesterday’s post came good on that guarantee.
It was a post in which she confessed she was “un-Australian” for a host of reasons including a dislike of pavlova (good to know in case she’s ever coming round for dinner) but it was something on her list of redeeming reasons for being an true blue Aussie that had me coming over all nostalgic:
“I watched the early years of Neighbours religiously. Scott and Charlene’s wedding was one of the highlights of my television viewing life. And my earliest ambition was to be one of the Young Talent Team. This was hindered by the fact that I couldn’t sing or dance, but hey, you’ve got to have a dream.”
Oh, Kerri, it was SO my dream too. I’m glad someone else without talent had the dream to be on YTT too. Kerri apparently wanted to be famous. I just wanted great hair and a really good wardrobe of clothes.
And that got me to thinking. I’m probably where I am now as a rebellious reaction to my not so stylish childhood and teenage years. So when UK blogger and author, Emma Kaufmann (Cocktails at Naptime), recently awarded me the Stylish Blogger Award, I decided to come clean on my fashion history. (Best I get in first before someone puts up some old photos of me on Facebook.) Thanks Emma, I’m so pleased I get to air my unstylish laundry on my terms.
There are some rules that come with the award.
1. Say thanks and link back to blogger who passed on the crown. Done.
2. Share 7 things about myself. Read on.
3. Award 15 bloggers the Stylish Bloggers Award. Scroll down.
4. Contact them and tell them that they, too, are stylish. With pleasure.
Deep breath … here goes
1. When I was young my mum clearly got a three-for-one deal on our haircuts at Stefan. I had the same haircut as my brothers until I was 10. Often this would be teamed back with the matching clothing. Note the lack of footwear.
2. I was a teenager of the ’80s. This is sadly not a fancy dress photo. I ACTUALLY WENT OUT IN THIS. And thought I was hot.
3. The colour purple still evokes the fear of God into me. The high school I attended had a lovely lilac and purple uniform. It was established in the ’70s. #justsaying
4. I had a Princess Di thing. Hair, check. Pale pink taffeta dress with sweetheart neckline and puffy sleeves, check. Pearls, check. Corsage, check. Looking-down-but-up smile, check. This was my high school graduation. I’ve cropped out the corsage giver as he is now happily married to my best friend from uni. #truestory
5. FIRST AND ONLY PERM. I was heading off from the country town I’d grown up in to uni in the city and thought I’d be all edgy and turn my very short blonde bob into a spiral nightmare. I hope you can fully appreciate the horizontal effect of this hair style? It did not “drop” and took all of first year to grow out. No wonder boys weren’t interested.
6. Ahh, recovery days at a country B&S. Always guaranteed to bring out the high fashion sense and sensibility in me. No hat, no play? There’s some newspaper. We’ll just make some. Note Dunlop Volleys. They were too cool for shoelaces.
7. I may look 45 in this photo but I am in fact 19 and loving myself sick as a wordly traveller. They are white leather Reeboks on my feet, cleverly teamed with socks tucked into tracky pants. Underneath the coat is a Ken Done jumper. (Check out the bloke near me … he’s about to vomit into the Trafalgar Square fountain at the sight of me.)
That’s it folks, I fully understand why you may now feel I’m not to be trusted when imparting style tips on this blog. I hope you still come back to visit occasionally.
In the meantime, you might like to check out these blogs. I hereby pass on the Stylish Blogger Award to them. (PS. Some of my favourite bloggers have already received this award, just in case you are reading this and wondering if I’ve dropped you from my blog love list x)
*book plug inserted in the hope of invite to big, glamourous launch