Dressing out of your comfort zone


We all have a default, a comfort zone, a certain style of dressing that’s so thoughtless it’s shouting volumes about us.

My younger sister’s default is jeans, a baggy jumper and flat ankle boots. Easy, breezy, lemon squeezy. 

At school Grace was a bit of a wallflower. Her aspiration was to live in a lighthouse, secluded and alone. She thought she had her identity licked, fading into the background being her forte. Then she went to university…

She chose to live alone, dedicated to her lifestyle of solitude till she got very bored. She’d been used to living at home where she’d had round the clock company without realising it.

Whenever I came home from university she was glued to my side so I don’t know why she thought she was that grumpy!

At university, she quickly made a group of friends, went clubbing and shock horror started drinking! You couldn’t wrestle a bottle of WKD into her hand a few months back.

She discovered she was a bigger social butterfly than she thought.

One of my most hated comments is “You’ve changed…” and I think this is a fear people often have when they reinvent themselves; (By reinvent I don’t mean become someone you’re not but rather experiment with who you’re becoming). Not everyone likes change or seeing other people change. There’s an instability and a re-juggling of where you fit in with this “new person” but it’s something I believe in embracing.

I was excited to see her flourish but I’m sure she’s still navigating who she is as a person along with the rest of us! One thing she did feel a disconnect was her clothes. She’d developed confidence but her clothes hadn’t.

We went on a girly shopping spree, with the women of the family and she seemed to struggle. I found these bomb ass red trousers that were a size too small for me but the perfect size for my skinny minnie sister. I insisted she try them on, there was no arguing with me.

Grace picked out a flared sleeve top with red detail, which we knew would pair well. Then she was kicked into the changing room.

She emerged cross armed and sceptical. I expected this reaction because she never wears anything that draws attention to herself.

Me, my mum and my nan were in love with it and promised her she looked amazing. The longer she wore it the more comfortable she got. Then the doubt set in…

“When will I wear this?” Always.

“My friends don’t wear this to go out?” So? Wouldn’t it be weird if you all dressed the same?



She got the outfit and hasn’t regretted it. She actually wants to get more stuff like it.

She stood differently in these clothes and let me take pictures of her which is a first! We took advantage of our parents accidentally edgy furniture and did what we could with an iPhone.

I think she looks pretty damn cool and her new outfit suits her inside and out.

Grace has now started her own blog and will be experimenting with her clothes there so go give her a follow!

I think the take home for this post should be, if Carrie Bradshaw can wear a tutu in the middle of Manhattan, you can wear flared pants to the disco baby!


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