gods name did you dress me in here’, she just laughs
and rants on about how beautiful I used to dress when
things were in her control!
As mentioned, when my true love for clothing began at
around the age of 10, the long-winded arguments became
to surface with my mother, arguments that involved
me explaining how it’s now my turn to pick out outfits
for school disco’s, arguments about how I was now old
enough to make my own fashion decisions. It took a very
long time (as you can only imagine) she never really
wanted to let go of her love of dressing me up in her
idea of ‘suitably beautiful garments’.
After a year of arguments and discussions about me
wanting to take control of my wardrobe, my 11th
birthday quickly approached, I was one of the youngest
in my year at school, so my 11th birthday was a big deal
for me! All my friends at school were so incredibly
ecstatic that they had turned 11, so when the 7th
March approached, I knew it was my turn to catch up to
them! I’d never had a proper birthday party before, and
as the big ‘11’ took me by surprise, I knew it was time
for a party I had always wanted!
By the time the 7th March came, my mum became so
tired of hearing me complain about her bad outfit
choices, that she knew it was time to let me take
control of what I was going to arrive in, and show off to
all of my friends. I remember finding this beautiful
black strappy dress, with a tutu that formed the
bottom of it, it was love at first sight, and I knew that
this was going to be the dress I would wear to my first
ever birthday party! I rushed to the changing rooms and
tried it on as quickly as possible, it fit perfectly, and I
honestly didn’t want to take it off!
Looking back now I think I could’ve walked out the store
with it on, and I could’ve wore it for a good couple of
weeks! I shouted my mum into the changing rooms and
the first thing she said was ‘that looks nice darling, but
shall we go and find some leggings to put underneath it’?
Well, you can only imagine the shock/disappointment upon
my face; she tried to take over my one truly adored
outfit all over again! I was determined to not let this
happen.
I wandered back out into the store from the changing
room, and was completely determined to find something
other than leggings, that my mother would allow me to
wear under my beautiful black dress. I came across the
‘tights’ section, a section that I had never actually
stumbled upon before. All I can remember is several
different kinds of tights, with different patterns and
colors embedded within them! After a good 10 minutes of
hunting, I came across some beautiful black sparkly ones
that I knew would go perfectly with my dress! I
quickly ran back into the fitting room, and explained to
my mum how amazing these tights where, and how lovely