My style is a crawling baby easily satisfied by a dangling mobile of a necklace or fringes on the side of ankle suede boots. 

You see, I adore stripes and have lived in black and white/blue and white combination the whole season as a good fashion follower. Then high street produced more of a geometric explosion together with boyfriend's jeans and the whole casual-to-almost-neglected style. I've loved stretched out fabrics, oversized knits and grey camisoles embraced my late blooming. While I was still contemplating leftovers of the spring/summer ensemble, here's the time to look around for fall's essentials - plaid is making the first move followed by going two sizes up with that pink coat craze. Fast turn to a new lane, adjusting wardrobe to new fabrics brought to attention by recent fashion shows. 

My style is still non-existent. Borrowed from pages of style Bibles, spotted on familiar blogs to be incorporated on my slim frame. Glancing at the fifth cover of many catalouges heading my way through mail box I got truly frustrated, irritated by the changing mood of style gurus, varieties of the same trend, multitude of options claiming to give my hangers a right boost. My bones need to be clothed, there's no denying of that and that inner fashionista in me has to be satisfied too. But I refuse to get brainwashed the way fashion industry dares to, I'm hereby finished with New In's, Undenied Essentials, Embracing New Season with a New Style, Latest Looks announcements. Stop teasing me with goods they're on my radar just because I've drooled over them a hundrillion of times and started believing in their magic way before they've hit my shopping cart. Where will it get me? Right where I stood before I bookmarked that jacquard-knit cardigan ready to collaborate with the rest of my wardrobe. Think an upcoming serious personality contemplation expressed via colours and patterns. The dawn of a few garments laying the foundations of future ideas against fading seasonal trends. What basics are to be gathered that a stripy top won't spoil? To your delighted reaction I'm about to review my personal style - a true talking of my soul through the lips of cotton and jeans patches. There will be a lot of clearing out and grieving so please be careful while you follow the trail of abandoned fabric. It still means a world to me. 

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