The Miu Miu Imitation Game

Reweary Fairy

To re-wear is to care, to have flair, and to be debonair.

‘One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.’ – Oscar Wilde
Food for thought: do both. I can soooo see you in the Louvre xoxo

Introductory Spiel 

Welcome dear readers, scrollers, and style mavens. This is my first-ever blogpost, a day for the fashion history books. Monumental. 

‘Where were you when you first read a Reweary Fairy blogpost?’

 

 I hope you’ll all be enchanted by the Reweary Fairy (that’s ‘wear-ee’ as in 'wear' not ‘weary’) who is none other than me, Cerys, an English and Creative Writing student and a fashion fanatic. 

The idea behind the blog is to celebrate the art of shopping second-hand, the art of dressing, and, of course, THE ART OF THE REWEAR. If you love your outfit, you should wear it time and time again (then it becomes timeless, daaaaarling). If anyone cares that you’re oufit-repeating, you should feel sorry for them and hope that they too will uncover the secret to sartorial fabulousness and leave their lamewaddery behind.

^Reweary Fairy readers dancing for joy.^ 
RIP William Blake, you would've loved this blog. 

Reweary Fairy has an eco-mindset because eco freak, c’est chic, and utterly necessary. The fast fashion industry pollutes our planet and exploits its garment workers so I almost never buy new if I can help it. I don’t judge people who buy new, by the way; we should all reserve our judgements for the fast fashion fat cats who dump toxic factory waste into rivers. Nonetheless, it’s uber fabuloso to make small eco lifestyle changes where you can.  

 

 

THE REWEARY FAIRY MANIFESTO
Wear it out
Wear it out again

And again
And again
Wash it (if you wish)
Wear it out
Spritz it
Fix it

Wear it out 

WEAR IT OUT UNTIL IT’S WORN OUT
Wear it out out out for the clout clout clout 
To re-wear is to care, to have flair, and to be debonair.

 

I’m not yet sure what every blog will be like, but they’ll be varied because variety is the spice of life (as I’m sure the Spice Girls would agree) so STAY TUNED! 

'Spice World' was the first album I had on CD as a child. Magnificent.

THE Bloggeth Beginneths

This week I thought I’d talk you through an outfit I put together and debuted in the university library that I wore again later that week for Friday night on the pub to bar trajectory.

Ladies, Thems, and Gentlemen, I present to you the outfit:

I was in a rush on Friday and forgot to take a pic of the full get-up, so this is a REWEAR! I've superimposed this glamorous doodle of myself over my face because I couldn't be bothered to get dolled up. 

I bought this Save The Queen top from eBay for 25 squids (cheap in the grand scheme of second-hand Save The Queen) and it. is. delectable. It reminds me of vintage Jean Paul Gaultier mesh tops worth hundreds, and the stripey sleeves are Burglar Bill chic. A friend of mine said the top has a touch of the Tim Burton about it, so I tapped in to that Timsy Whimsy and rimmed the underneath of my eyes with smokey eyeliner and dabbed a glimmer of glitter in the corners near the tear ducts to open them up like big dolls’ eyes.

I'm not a royalist but I endorse Save The Queen.

The top is quite low-cut so I tightened my bra straps to give my bosoms a buxom boost and decorated my decolletage with a jewelled crucifix that I received when I was baptised à la Heavenly Bodies and the Catholic Imagination. The crucifix-cleavage combo adds a Madonna-Whore complex edge. Catholic gilt! See you in heaven! (hopefully).

 

so true bestie 😇

I paired the top with a raggedy khaki rara skirt which I got from eBay a while ago for £3. It’s very Y2K and I wear it all the time. It has a few speckles of blood stains (grungy) because I wore it when I was camping in Scotland with my friends and I had a freakishly heavy period flow that bled through it. Why would I wear a silly skirt camping, you may ask? Because I’m a stylish little fool, and you should expect my impractical attire to become a theme. The big blood patches came out in the wash, and the remaining stains are so small that no one else would ever see them. 

Stains = Stories, my friends, and people call me Stain Austen (they don’t, but they should). The flimsy little skirt blows up in the wind though so on breezy days I have to battle it to avoid a Marilyn moment. 

Photo by the late Theo Westenberger.

 Speaking of Marilyn, I wore the outfit out out with bright red lipstick and a drawn-on coquette’s beauty spot. The French call beauty spots a ‘mouche’ which means ‘fly’ because it looks like a little fly chilling on your visage (French fact courtesy of my half-French best friend). The lipstick is from The Body Shop in 'Flaming Horizon' (where can I get a job naming makeup products?) The rouge lippy disguised my red wine lips but was nonetheless a mistake as I realised first of all when my friend wiped it off my teeth with her fingers after I failed to lick it off, and again when a drunk lady at the bar helped me wipe it off my chin with a napkin I spat on. Nightlife Sisterhood in action.

the louche mouche and lippy combo

I wore a pair of witchy black and white striped tights under the skirt which worked a charm with the top’s stripey arms. My nan bought me the tights in the V&A Museum’s gift shop when we went to see a Mary Quant exhibition (Mary Quant is a women’s clothes designer who started up in the 60s and dressed all the crazy cats in Carnaby street, and she's the first word in miniskirt liberation). My nan was a teenager in London in the sixties and she saw The Beatles, The Who, and even David Bowie (before they were big names) in clubs that didn’t sell alcohol where adolescents popped Purple Hearts and bopped to the music. Big up, Brenda. It’s even cooler because she’s not really fans of any of them. The nonchalance (nanchalance).                                                             

P.S if you love sixties style there's an exhibition in London right now called 'Beautiful People: The Boutique in 1960s Counterculture'. I haven't been yet but I'm planning to.

#doubledoubletoilandtrouble #fireburnandcauldronbubble

Mary Quant and her groovy models promoting Mary's 'quantafoot' collection in 1967. 

 My footwear choice was a platform shoe, my pride and joy New Rocks which I bought new for £110 on sale. Expensive, yes, but they’re built to last. They’re also leather, so not the most ethical shoe especially for me personally as a vegetarian, but vegan shoes are normally made of weird plastics which are also bad for the planet… no ethical consumption under capitalism, yadda yadda yada (or blah blah blah-am I right, Greta). Also leather is durable, and if you buy things with longevity, you buy less.

I do have two pairs of second-hand Roxy platform shoes and second-hand shoes are fine in my opinion if they’re not too worn, but it’s best to wear them with socks and treat them with something antibacterial. There’s nothing fun about foot fungus, dear reader.                                                                                                                                                                                            

My beloved New Rocks 

To stay warm on the cold November night I threw on my dad’s hand-me-down reversible Nike jacket which I’ve been wearing for nearly five years. It doesn’t zip up because the zip got stuck in a chair about a year ago when my old housemates and I went to bottomless brunch on our first outing as new housemates where I had nine cocktails that came back up in a fruity, sicky mega cocktail. Broken zips = Stories. Precious mems.                                                                                 

I’ve been meaning to get the zip repaired for yonks but haven’t, so I hold the coat closed with crossed arms to stay warm and embrace the diva body language. I’m just biding my time for a bitterly cold snap so I can prowl the streets in my outrageously huge leopard fur coat once more (faux fur, duhh). I’ve tried wearing it out a few times and only managed a few minutes of walking before I nearly collapsed with heat exhaustion. Quite the faux fur faux pas. 

An illustration by yours truly of the sumptuous coat.

The coat looking purrfect, Halloween 2K20.


I hope you’ve enjoyed your first flight of fancy with the Reweary Fairy, thank you so much for reading. Pretty, pretty please come back soon, you pretty things! I’d love it if you left any comments or suggestions. 
Lashings of love,
Cerys 
xxxx