Those who know and love me, will know I hate physical shopping. Browsing meaninglessly through aisles of clothes and trying on clothes and then queuing up... what a hassle.Whilst most other people went out, pitch forks and flames at the ready to fight for the bargains of post-Christmas-sales, I slouched in my bed, double chin on chest, one hand in christmas choccies, casually browsing through the online bits whilst flicking between tabs. Unfortunately, whilst in Italy although I have gained copious amounts of eye candy and 110 stairs to climb a day (super power butt will be here soon), I have had to trade in the luxury that is online shopping. In fact, I may not, but I'm too scared to ask my host family and I have literally no idea where the post even goes in my apartment building. Do they even have post in Italy? Who knows, not I.
Due to this, I would never claim to be a fashionista, or a fashion blogger by any means. But it's incredibly difficult to live in Italy and not be claimed by the elegance and ridiculously stylish outfits of Italian men and women. As a girl who lives in leggings and a jumper, I can tell my transition into an Italian Swan is going to be very bumpy. But after a little while in the country known for its influence on fashion internationally, I have been affected. My wages are being spent on shopping sprees where I actually have to leave the comfort of my bed and too much Prosseco. Out with the vans, in with the leather boots. A new addiction my purse and I are just about coping with.
Italian fashion seems to be a lot less 'street style', the chances of seeing a girl wearing nike blazers and an over sized tshirt are 0-none. In fact, seeing anyone wearing these kinds of clothes are rare. I hate to use the word 'well', but everyone really is 'well' dressed. The men, the women, the old, the young, I thought the expensive labels of Italian clothes were a stereotype, but everybody dresses impeccably. The horrific part for people like me, who can't walk in slippers let alone heels, is that despite the cobbled streets of the town, if you don't wear heels on a night out, you are doing it all wrong.
I have never really been too concerned about what I wear or how I look. Sure, if I'm going out I will put in more effort, but I've never been afraid to wear something out of the ordinary. A quirky jumper or a velvet shirt (before velvet was 'in'). I've enjoyed different trends and hated others, but I've never felt I have to wear this just because everybody else is. I really do love the effortlessly-put-together dress sense all Italians just happen to possess, but it seems although these fashionistas are definitely more elegant then us Brits, here you have to have a lot of self confidence to wear something not in vogue. I'm used to doing my own thing, chucking on a tshirt and trainers to run to the shops, but here (where I should feel even more free to do what I want since I literally know about 4 people) I find I'm extremely conscious of what I wear in the mornings. Please note Liverpudlians, if you wore your curlers into town here, you will probably be egged. Or arrested.
Despite my apprehension at changing my wardrobe, I do also happen to love the clothes in the shops here. It's wonderful to walk into the girls section and find femininity on every hanger. Living here is probably (definitely) going to do wonders to both my fashion sense and my pocket. Chucking in the trainers and getting out the boots is for my own good. I've even splashed out on some heels...
Ciao for Now!
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