So you know how there’s that whole stigma around kurepeata ( the Zim way of saying repeating outfits) . The fear of being seen wearing the same thing twice, let’s face it girls ( and perhaps some guys) we’ve all suffered from it. For me it started somewhere around the age of fourteen when we started going to the “movies” kuAvondale on the weekend. ( i say “movies” because we never actually watched anything, we spent most of the afternoon walking the entire shopping center just to be “seen”). It gradually got worse with each year as the social events started increasing. The rugby on the weekend, rugby festivals, St Johns Spring Fair, Borrowdale Village. What you wore was crucial. It wasn’t enough to just be at the event, but you had to look dope to ensure you made it into everyone’s Monday morning weekend story. It was like your street cred. As a result, a lot of our time was spent outfit planning which entailed either begging your mom to buy you something which in my case was pointless because everything i wanted she found to be “not age appropriate” or begging the brother or sister who was overseas to send you something, or banking on your dad’s business trip overseas and hoping he would by chance get you something fashionable. The worst thing that could happen to you was to be seen repeating the same outfit. Look, you could try the whole mix and match thing but it was still just risky.
I absolutely cherish my high school years , but i am also very glad those days are over. I wore this dress two weekends in a row with no shy. With three days to go before Canberra Fashion Festival, i told Emily i needed a head-turner and i needed it fast. Something that would leave a lasting impression as i mingled my way through the VIP lounge. I began to throw thousands of idea’s at her and she simply said “ok, iribho, don’t worry iwewe”. Dont worry?? (ya’ll know I have control issues right, I just couldn’t deal). Emily who you must know by now from Klassic Designs is one of my favourites that will be showing at FreekA . I am always amazed at her impeccable finish and just how humble she remains (i guess that’s why God gave her that gift and not ana Mati ). She is a woman of very few words but her eye for detail and her understanding of a woman’s body speaks a thousand words. I went over to her house the night before leaving for Canberra, the dress fit like a glove and it was so me! All i needed now were my Carrie Bradshaw heels and i was ready for Fash Fest. I didn’t manage to get good pics of the dress in Canberra so i decided to do the unspeakable and wear it again to a bloggers networking event the following weekend. I wont lie, i stood in the mirror for an extra 5 mins considering the consequences but i decided i am a grown woman and if i love this dress I’ll wear the darn thing twice in a row if I want to!!