Sister Sian and I are the best of friends, but very very different, especially when it comes to style. Our parents find this really amusing, especially when we were dressed up for a night out.
'Oooh you girls ARE different!!' Mum would chortle as we clattered across the kitchen tiles. And it really is true. I am never without tights, even in summer and Sian is never with tights, even in winter. She goes for figure hugging, body con dresses whilst I layer up in baggy tunics and floaty capes. She loves pink, I love black. She likes flushed glossy lips with fluttery lashes, I like nude and matt lips with black eyes.
We know what we like, and we know what suits us. However some times it is fun to mix it up a little.
I paid a visit to Sian in Cardiff recently, and tagged along with her Friday night her usual haunt Tiger Tiger. This type of club where girls dress up and boys wear ironed shirts.
'You can't go to Tiger Tiger in the clothes you've been wearing all day!' Sian said to me pointedly noting my baggy black dress. I had packed really rashly (unusually) so my only choice was to delve into her wardrobe.
I found something black. Tight but black. Sian buckled me into a leopard print waist belt. Sian tried to remove my hat (didn't work). The results were quite interesting.. although we still look totally different, I must admit there are some merits in choosing a tighter dress. It does actually seem a more flattering choice and I am now wondering whether baggy coverings actually cover anything at all.
'Oooh you girls ARE different!!' Mum would chortle as we clattered across the kitchen tiles. And it really is true. I am never without tights, even in summer and Sian is never with tights, even in winter. She goes for figure hugging, body con dresses whilst I layer up in baggy tunics and floaty capes. She loves pink, I love black. She likes flushed glossy lips with fluttery lashes, I like nude and matt lips with black eyes.
We know what we like, and we know what suits us. However some times it is fun to mix it up a little.
I paid a visit to Sian in Cardiff recently, and tagged along with her Friday night her usual haunt Tiger Tiger. This type of club where girls dress up and boys wear ironed shirts.
'You can't go to Tiger Tiger in the clothes you've been wearing all day!' Sian said to me pointedly noting my baggy black dress. I had packed really rashly (unusually) so my only choice was to delve into her wardrobe.
I found something black. Tight but black. Sian buckled me into a leopard print waist belt. Sian tried to remove my hat (didn't work). The results were quite interesting.. although we still look totally different, I must admit there are some merits in choosing a tighter dress. It does actually seem a more flattering choice and I am now wondering whether baggy coverings actually cover anything at all.
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