From that famous pink tutu, the naked dress, to the newsprint Christian Dior number, Carrie Bradshaw has had her fair share of adventures in fashion that we have watched unfold on our TV screens and she is not alone. We all go through different stages in our lives and so does our wardrobes. I am trying to remember some of mine. Let’s see; I have been a tomboy; a wannabe witch; a Marilyn Monroe clone; a Spice Girl; a ‘Rebel’ (without a clue) and the list goes on. I remember quite clearly the day my 2 cousins and I anxiously awaited our promised trip to 'Target' to get our first pair of platforms to channel our inner Spice Girl! We were eight years old and we were dying to get our teeny feet into the rubber black 'thong- style platforms' with attached flowers to go along with our coloured hair pieces (sounds so bad!). My 'witch/Goth' stage didn't last too long, and it mostly occurred in the space of my own bedroom. I raided my mum’s 'old clothes' from the 80's and created a dress up box, filled with black long skirts, velvet and pixie boots to accompany my black lipstick and black nail polish. My ‘rebel’ phase took off at the horrible age of 13. Flicking through a magazine I saw an article on my ultimate 'muse' of the time; Avril Lavigne. The article was titled 'Rebel without a clue'. Quickly I started slashing up a black tank top that I had and started randomly placing safety pins in different sections. Yes, it gets worse.....I grabbed some white chalk and in my best hand writing placed the words; 'Rebel without a clue' on the tank, (obviously not understanding what this sentence actually meant!) Accompanied by Khaki cargo pants, I paraded this around my local neighbourhood party and I recall clearly a lady stopping me laughing saying; 'nice slogan love. I agree.' Eek...now that was a real disaster! Throughout my whole life I have hated other people dressing me, not even my mum! At the age of 6 I threw a massive tantrum when my nanna and mum were trying to dress me in these cringe worthy denim jeans and in my first year of primary school I refused to wear the normal tbar school shoes, instead I rocked a pair of doc martins! I have always been big on selecting my own outfits; some I want to remember; others that I wish I could forget...(My fake tan & peroxide hair days..we wont even go there!). Fashion is a personal thing. The clothing we wear, I believe is a reflection of who we are and how we are feeling at that stage in time. So yes, we do have fashion periods; some we are proud of and others that make us want to shrivel up into a hole after burning any photo evidence that we have, of course!, Pieces of clothing act as chapters in the novel of life to enhance our memories. I dare you to reminisce on some of your fashion episodes with me. xx Below is some Inspiration just for you.