Who Cares?

What are your favorite brands and why?

There are obviously things that fit me better than others, household items that are known for being more reliable, ditto cars. The names matter only in as much as they’re guidance for wise spending.

I don’t live or dress to impress anyone. I’ve been ‘over’ shopping for years. I became that way after spending too many years over-shopping. Wardrobes you couldn’t move in, forgetting to wear things because you couldn’t see them in the crush. It became boring.

Now I have a good solid wardrobe that works for me, jewellery I love, more silver than gold. Oddly, when people embrace spiritual thinking they often move to silver jewellery.

Don’t ask me why, I don’t know why I did it, I don’t know why anyone else does it, I just know that it happens naturally. It’s not as if gold isn’t a spiritual colour, all colours are. So there’s no rhyme or reason.

Fessing up…

As they say nowadays. I do have favourite brands of chocolate, some are very expensive, but then cocoa is now. One of our favourite brands has gone up hugely since the crop failure last year, or the year before. I remember the prices not the date.

Even so, I prefer a variety, and I still love Cadbury’s even if it isn’t British owned anymore. Galaxy, but I don’t know who owns it, Smarties, ditto. Okay I’ll stop listing it or this will be the most boring blog you’ve read in a dozen years.

Personal power

To me personally, not being a slave to brands shows a degree of inner confidence. You don’t need to impress anyone, you buy what you like and if it’s comfortable who cares what the label says?

The years of torturing yourself to be fashionable and wearing shoes that should be in torture museums along with spiked cabinets, and electric chairs, wear very thin, very quickly. The bunions never stop reminding people though.

In my case I was lucky, I have hammer toes on each foot so I could never wear my shoes too tight.

I went to my GP once because I thought I’d broken my toe, but of course when they’re already bent it’s hard to tell. I said how ugly I thought they were, she said “You’re actually incredibly lucky, most people of your age have badly misshapen toes from wearing stiletto heels, your toes are perfect.” I came out adoring my hammer toes and still do to this day.

So good came from bad, it brought about an improved attitude. Thanks toes!

On a serious note, the ability to be yourself, be comfortable within yourself, and dress as yourself, rather than having to keep up with others, is not to be underestimated.

Being able to be happy even if you can’t afford a gold credit card, or car (yes I saw a 24ct Gold car once destined for the Middle East somewhere), is something to be envied. Knowing how to be happy makes what you can’t have far less important.

Being able to be yourself anyway is a pearl beyond price.

Stick with ‘brand you’ it’s the most important. Match your inside with your outside, as in be yourself inside, express your authenticity outside, and never be afraid to say ‘this is me and I love it!’

However: Mental Health Warning…

If you are a nudist it would be better for the mental health of those around you to express that in suitable environments.

I wouldn’t want to encourage anyone to turn up at work with a hat, briefcase, laptop case, and gorgeous shoes, oblivious to the three car accidents they caused on the way, and the lady who fainted on the underground train.

The danger is real guys!

Best love

Hope you giggled

Deb xx

P.S. I’m 67, no I didn’t visualise myself doing that, even I can’t take the idea! Told you it’s dangerous. 🤣🤣🤣😱😱😱🤣🤣🤣🤦‍♀️🙈