|My mum (far right) on a school trip to Sayer's Croft.|
With this in mind, within the last week or so I have come to fathom how all of these ideas draw from those closest to me. My family. It is no hidden fact, we are all very close and during 2013 I spent a lot of my time investigating our history and trawling through copious amounts of old photographs. Alas, I now can see that nobody will ever look as fly as my nan does eating a toffee apple. My mum's understanding for my wanting to often dress masculine is a result of her being a bit of tomboy as a young child, at my uncle's side. The free spirited approach to dressing how I choose, must have passed on from my dad's hippy sense of nature and how if I could own anybody's wardrobe in the world (bar Alexa Chung) it would be my uncle Richard's as a boy.
|My mum in her plaid pinafore.|
|My aunt Eileen (in the most perfect cardigan and shorts combo) and my uncle Richard at the beach.|
|Nan, her toffee apple and that faultless ensemble.|
|My mum & my uncle.|