welcome to chickmoukite

My first post. Always a momentous occasion, don't you think? What is the inspiration around chickmoukite? Well, I have an unabiding love of clothes. Nothing makes me happier than waking up on a Saturday morning and realising that today I can choose who I am today. (Working in a financial organisation means that Mon-Fri clothes are pretty much a wash-out) I express myself through what I wear, and I take enormous pleasure from that. However, I also realise that my love of clothes does not necessarily translate itself into a natural sense of style - I have none! I try hard, I really do, but I will never manage to be one of those women who only needs to own three black t-shirts and a scarf and will always look fabulous; instead I am more of a girl who looks like she has raided a dressing up box. To be able to have a capsule wardrobe would be amazing; the reality is that I adore the new too much, and everything in fashion, even vintage, is about new, it's about novelty, it's about excitement. And, quite simply, I love it.

Sometimes, I try and interpret fashion as art. Sometimes, I pay attention to catwalks and shows, but the reality is that I am informed by what I see every day; what I walk past on the stret, what I see in magazines, what I imagine in my own head. I can't pretend to be original, though I will say I try. But you know what? I do not have buckets of cash - I barely make it through the month! My wardrobe is more Primark rather than Prada. What am I talking about? I don't even have Prada sunglasses (I once had a small, black, incredibly overpriced Prada bag - it was a birthday present and I took it everywhere for several years), and the last thing I bought was a grey cardigan from New Look. A girl can dream, can't she? So,mostly this blog will be informed by the very democratic British high street; not such a fashion wasteland, I'll have you know. Trust me, I have plenty of experience with it. And since I get paid on Monday, I'll be having much more experience over the next two weeks. After that, it'll be back to living on pasta and dreamily windowshopping. And so the cycle repeats itself!

To an future of fashion mishaps on record - maybe this isn't such a good idea...