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eclecticism & quirks: a few outfits & some thoughts

Evening folks! If you follow my instagram, these pictures will be nothing new, but for those of you who might stumble across me via the actual interwebs, then this is for you! The thoughts which accompany this post will be new to all of you lot though (I'll try to generate something fresh and interesting!) 


I flipping love this coat, and at a mere £6 from Cancer Research, you really can't go wrong. This outfit was a challenge to myself: I never wear black and only black - it feels wrong, I thirst for colour, pattern, and yet I felt awesome in this ensemble. The coat was a comfort when outside and feeling lack-lustre, and the sport socks (Topshop, may I add) broke up the outfit. 
Additional details!
Jumper: charity shop
Jeans: Miss Selfridge 
Shoes: Dr Martens 


This outfit was the one I wore to my family's Christmas party and seemed to spark many (albeit back-handed) compliments, which went as follows. 

Person-who-is-not-Louise: 'Ah Louise, you look lovely now, you went through that horrible phase where you looked so silly before, you look so lovely now' 

Person who is Louise: 'Ah thank you, how kind of you....' 

(The 'silly phase' consisted of vibrant japanese lolita phase and primarily green hair).

Anyway, I did think I looked lovely (and I mean that in a self-love-gotta-be-kind-to-myself way, not a wow-I'm-flipping-rad-and-modest-too way). 

Details:
Top: Monki
Dress: Urban Outfitters via depop
Tights: Accessorize 
Shoes: Docs (will I ever stop wearing these?!)


This outfit is super, super simple and not exactly earth-shattering, but I really enjoyed wearing it all the same. The jumper was a wonderful gift from a very kind friend and I just cannot stop wearing it! I fear I may also be addicted to this Monki coat, and I would like to point out that my jeans have tassels - yes, you hear right: TASSELS. I bloody love them! (Yes, there are the DMs again also). 



What? How could this be? No Dr Martens? A proper smile at the camera?
AN IMPOSTER!
(Details: 
 Cardigan: charity shop
Top: Monki 
Pinafore dress: unknown via depop
Shoes: Nike Air Force Ones)
Ha, I kid, this is one of the surviving 'silly pictures' I always take with my dad. I love a vast majority of our silly pictures but I worry about putting them up on this blog/instagram, for fear of looking, well, silly. And from this, let us begin the thoughts for this post: 



Everyone has quirks, but when a person becomes 'quirky' and this quality is essentially how they are defined by friends, family, even society, there can be a sense of resistance in the personality - a desire to be 'normal' develops. I am, it's no secret, pretty darn quirky, and quite often I desire nothing more than to be 'normal,' or at least, less quirky. 

However, through meeting a whole bunch of awesome autistic people at a local group, I've actually realised that: 

Normality doesn't (and shouldn't) exist. It is essentially an entirely useless concept, which does nothing but alienate those who are unusual and evoke a sense of self-despair. Weirdness and quirks are to be embraced. 

And in short, I've come to the conclusion that I want to be weird because I want to be me. Weirdness/quirks are not to be feared, they make each human being very special in their own way. If you too feel alienated and odd sometimes, I implore you: 

Be weird, be you! 
Because you're fabulous, and so am I (again with the self love!). 

Thank you for reading my ramblings, folks. 
Check out my instagram if you wish (@jumper.dweller) 

Much love, over and out! 

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