I usually like to plan (in my head, at least) ahead what I'd wear for an event. It's the safe thing to do especially when you don't have many options. When I went through the invite for the End of Year Christmas Party at my sons' school and saw the Color Code - Black and Gold, I immediately thought "very easy" and paid no further attention.
I went on to help other people plan what they'd wear and left mine till that morning. Lo and behold, EVERYTHING I thought I would show up in failed woefully. From being too snug to not fitting at all to me looking like a baby elephant, I gave up and decided I would go against the dress code and call it a day. While looking for an alternative outfit, I stumbled upon a few of my black pieces, mentally put them together and in no time, I was color code ready.
There are so many unconventional ways to wear a shirt and the backward shirt trend is not a new one. I am sure I have come across it a couple of times but never paid any attention to it. You know one of those things you see and just conclude is not for you.
And so it happened that on Sunday morning, dressing up for church, I had a wardrobe malfunction and had to look for something different wear. My 7 year old picked out a few items and was very insistent on me wearing the shirt because he liked it. I liked the shirt too but big boob problems, it was one of those shirts that would require many pins to hold the buttons together, it was a perfect fit but for the boob area. I hesitated, we were running out of time.
I think it's safe to say I am in a happy place now. It has taken a lot of blood, sweat and tears (Literally) over the years but right now, I am at peace with myself. My life has not been easy, from the time I graduated from Secondary School, it has been a big struggle. I had to face reality and take up the responsibility of fending for myself, if I was to wait for my mum, my dreams to be successful would only remain as dreams. I looked around at my office space and sighed, as I tried to think back to those many years ago.
Simisola Obe, now Mrs Haastrup had been my classmate and friend right from Junior Secondary School. Coming from a wealthy home, she was one of the socially upward girls in our set. She would come to school with the latest fashion and entertainment magazines and we'd go through them when we had period breaks, oohing and aahing over the latest trends. With her, I knew all the songs, fashion statements and movies of the season.
My default outfit back in Uni was a T Shirt or tank top and a pair of jeans, anyone could accurately predict what I'd wear. It was easy, comfortable and safe and because I was a plus size I was scared to try out other things for fear of looking like a baby whale.
If like me you're a 'simple' dresser but like to stand out, then you need to invest a lot more in accessories. There are quite a number of accessories you ignore or overlook that'd make a lot of difference with your outfits. And if there are flaws you like to hide that have stopped you from buying certain clothes, I'd share a few hacks with you. This post will basically be showing you fashion items to keep you in the game.
I remember the days I'd cry when I drive over a piece of paper or plastic, feeling bad that I had crushed it. Same me, in the same breath, would cuss and get in a blind rage just because someone unintentionally spills water on the table. I have been a bundle of erratic emotions, but I am getting better. I believe I am, in the past 4 years, there has been a lot of progress. I feel like I am no longer tied to the past.
I'm a big fan of the Sex And The City Series and that is where my love for shoes and fashion generally started to manifest. Carrie Bradshaw (Sarah Jessica Parker) literally killed me with every shoe moment. Best part was when Big proposed to her with a pair of Manolo Blahnik 'Hangisi' pumps... *sigh*. The best.
In exactly 13 days, a new chapter of life begins for me.
I'm going to say goodbye to my past and pave the way for the future.
Full of happy anecdotes, a new story will unfold.
I will smile
I will cry
I will love
I will laugh
I will be carefree and bold.
With a successful real estate business, 3 beautiful children - 2 boys and a girl doing excellently well, a body that betrays my age, peace of mind and good health, I have more than enough reason to be thankful and indeed I am.
But there's one thing missing, one thing I've yearned for for 25 years, one thing that I'm finally going after in 13 days.
"Will I ever get out of this?" I thought to myself as bottle after bottle, I drowned myself in my sorrow. The pain, the fear, the loneliness, would it ever go away? I am just existing, living life through the motions. I have nothing to hope for, nothing to look forward to. I have everything but truly I have nothing.
Maybe I should just end it. That should do it, put a gun to my head, but that would be too dramatic. Or maybe jump off a bridge, that'd be attention seeking. An overdose will be perfect, sleep my way to heaven or would it be hell?.
I took another look at my result sheet as I adjusted my behind in the danfo bus to accommodate the stinky woman beside me. It was the last day of the school term and I was on my way home from school. My bus stop was about 10 minutes away and I psyched myself to endure the stench that oozed out of this woman. I concentrated hard on the report sheet in my hands, hoping to use it as a distraction. I felt like I was going to choke to death.
The thought of spending 7 weeks at home on holiday made me sick to my stomach. As usual I was top of my class with 6 Distinctions and 1 B, but the excellent results meant nothing to anyone and at this point not to me. It wouldn't change the fact that dinner will be garri and if I got lucky enough, maybe dry fish or peanuts to go with it.