Life is alright when you're Emily-claire. I have select but fabulous friends and future plans. However, there are always things that make life that extra bit nicer. Yesterday, wandering around in my £7 secretary dress from h+m at a philosophy debate (yes, I like arguing in context) I got a simultaneous 'dayummmmmm' from a group of 30 boys. Yes to Emily. On my walk to school most mornings, I get a beep or two from the white van brigade. I embrace it. I know it's probably something to do with my hemlines or the fact that i'm, well, pretty ample chested, however, to me, it's a free compliment from a stranger. When a friend tells me I look good, or have a nice body, yes, it's nice, but I always wonder how much of that comes with being a good friend. Somehow, when a complete stranger decides to tell you, that actually you look fabulous, or at least that they approve of what they see, that's somehow more genuine. All right, I must be sounding very much self absorbed now. So I'll go back up my point. Last year I went to Londres, as per usual, hit my festivals in Hackney, meandered round Camden, even hit the Olympia fashion trade show for a bit with work. Anyway, on several occasions, people came up to me, nearly all female, and complimented. On my dress, or my hair, or my look in general. In a big city like London, how good does that feel? I've gone from my tiny little historical city, to the big lights, and still im getting picked up for being fabulously dressed. The fact that I was wearing clothes that I made myself on all the occasions, taht was just the icing on the cake. So next time you see someone looking really really good, tell them. It might just make their day and they might even write a blog about it.
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