When you wear lapels like a swell, isn't that swell

I have decided that in my own rather twisted way, I can be quite stylish. This is both flattering and concerning. Ok, before I sound completely egotistical I shall explain… firstly my stylish décor was complimented by two random strangers passing my home. They liked the bunting, door sign and house name that they felt the need to knock on my door to tell me so. Flattering because my teapot bunting is appreciated, concerning as they were kind of, well, old. Hmmm.
Ok, second endorsement; pretty much occurs when I’m at a bar, when drunken women like to compliment my dress or outfit. Flattering because they like my choice of apparel, concerning because they are drunk, white stiletto wearing oranges. I was complimented at work for my ‘interesting’ style… flattering because my quirky style is noted, concerning because it was called ‘interesting’…a worrying terminology I am sure you’ll agree. Well then, that is all of the context setting I plan to do for this entry.

Now, I have never been one to follow a crowd, I like to be my own person and generally dance to my own tune. I like the idea of inspiring people, but if you instigate a wave of nu-like people, does that mean I become more like others – thus defeating my purpose?

Last year, the bestie started buying into the vintage world and joined me in my 50’s frockery and hair fleurs (a look that she totally rocks and looks amazing in) which is all rather fabulous. Then my mum decided she too was going to find her inner nic-ness and joined the world of swing dresses earlier this year (which I have to say also look stunning). The latest addition to my vintage va-vooms is my sister, who has recently purchased my favourite designers style of halterneck fabulousness (I can’t comment on how this looks, because I am yet to see it on, but I can pretty much guess it will look lovely). Now, lets apply the flattering / concerning quota…

I adore the fact that I can influence other peoples wardrobes, I mean, poor lemmings can only dream of such influence as they follow whatever vacuous Barbie is featured in The Sun gossip pages, so in that respect am flattered, but part of me is a little concerned that with so many me’s, I may become less of a me and more of a them. Not that I don’t want to be a them, because these three woman are all utterly fabulous, but I like being anything but ordinary, ridiculously that is who I am and if I’m not me, then who am I?

Now if this entry was a Monty Python sketch, I would be interrupted at this point because this is getting ‘too silly’, so I am going to shhh now, as I am losing my mind by trying to establish if I am losing me…Yes, you can tell that I have had huge concerns on my mind today…grey matter clearly not taxed enough – or far too much thinking time spent commuting…must reach over and grab the abandoned ‘Times’ on the seat across from me to make self at least look like I have a molocum of sense.