I was looking through old photos the other day, reminiscing on times gone by. Something I noticed, however, was how much my fashion choices changed throughout. I recall trying out a few different styles and giving up on them because of where I lived (small island community = zero confidence), but I’d never really reflected on it. I knew I didn’t wear many skirts or dresses as a child, and so as a teenager I tried desperately to wear as many as I could. There was even the whole 50s/60s style I attempted to pull off for a while… Anyway, for your amusement, here is a history of my style tastes.
The pink dungarees stage
It seems like in most photos and videos of myself aged 2/3, I’m in these dungarees. My mum says I was never put in skirts or dresses so I “had freedom to run around”, so this fashion statement was often made. Also normally matched with Smarties-themed Doc Martens (best footwear EVER)!
The (double) denim stage
First off, I haaaate this photo – if I’d thought I’d come to use it in a post 16 years later, I’d have held that ice cream cone a little bit further away from my face.
As a child growing up in the late 90s/early 00s, denim was a way of life. Double denim even more so. I can’t really take credit for this ensemble as I was still at an age where my mum picked out my outfits, so cheers mum…
The “2009” stage
Why did everyone think it was acceptable to wear long, short-sleeved hoodies? AND THOSE BELTS?
The “I’m too quirky for you” stage
You can’t see it, but I have a purple streak in my hair in this photo. It matched my purple and black striped fingerless gloves. Yeah, it was that stage.
The “I was a 14 year old when high-waisted shorts came back into fashion” stage
Kind of speaks for itself. Also known as the “time with the really girly wardrobe before I moved onto the “everything-Manchester-City stage”.
The everything-Manchester-City stage
These photos are pretty bloody unfortunate, huh? Without focusing too much on the other aspects, I went through a stage of just constantly wearing Manchester City hoodies, joggers, shirts… AND YES I NOTICE MY EYEBROWS. I had a no makeup day because it was the game against QPR where we were fighting to become the Premier League winners. This is also one of the very few photos from 2012 where I’m showing my teeth, thanks to those god-awful braces.
The tea dress stage
Loved a tea dress at 16. Teamed up with a cardigan and brogues preferably – I 100% was not a Superstar trainers and ripped jeans teen! I’m sure there’s better photos of me in those outfits, but I can’t find them at this moment in time… (Sorry mum, I tried my best to cut you out this one)
The “I’ll just wear heels everywhere” stage
The time that put me off heels forever. I bought my first pair of Converse shortly after this photo was taken and I’ve never looked back since – This was me waiting to get a train to Edinburgh to visit THE ZOO. I hadn’t been since I was like 10 and had forgotten how uphill a lot of it was. They don’t actually look that high in this photo looking back, but it was not the best experience in chunky heels and a mini tube skirt. (The Thomas the Tank Engine balloons are a long story too)
The “I’m too sensible for this” stage
Complete opposite to the “heels everywhere” stage, I have come to realise that you can never go wrong with a good jumper. I was 20 in this photo so I’ve either had this epiphany upon arriving at my 20s, or I’ve finally acknowledged how cold Scotland is. (Also note, the stage in my life where this floofer appeared)
CURRENT: the “I don’t really know what stage this is” stage
I say “current”; I’ve since managed to grow out that fringe. But yeah, this is pretty much the style I’ve settled on of late. Given my now-proven track record, I wouldn’t say it’s the worst I could’ve gone with?
Anyone else had these stages – or any other memorable fashion phases? Let me know!