On the Couch with Jasminda Opinion by News Of The Area - Modern Media - October 31, 2019 Dear Mrs OC, I think the first question you need to ask yourself is whether you want to be a dedicated follower of fashion or a fashion setter. Do you want to follow the status quo like a mindless sheep, or would you prefer it if people look at you with a sense of wonderment? Modern Media: Advertise with News Of The Area and you get your ad in 1) in Print, 2) on the News Website (like this ad), and 3) on our Social Media news site. A much more efficient way to advertise. Reach a HUGE audience for a LOW price TODAY! Call us on 02 4983 2134. Or media@newsofthearea.com.au Or CLICK FOR ADVERT QUOTE The important thing is to own your look. I mean, Lady Gaga once wore a dress made of raw beef to the MTV awards, so I guess if you want to try something new you could slap on some veggie burgers and tofu and call it ‘sustainable statement wear’ Though I haven’t worn food as an outfit, during an extreme vague out, I did wear my pyjama top to Salamander shops and unfortunately ran into several people I knew. Now if it had been a slogan-free top, I probably would have managed to get away with it, but since it said ‘Bra Off. Pyjamas On’, all I could do was stand tall, push my chest out and throw caution to the wind in a sad, I’m free to do what I want, peri-menopausal kind of way. There are many outfits that have been fashion statements that are now cringe-worthy, but they will undoubtedly come back in eventually – shoulder pads, taffeta, fingerless lace gloves, stirrup pants, fluoro shirts, happy pants, g-string leotards – and that was just the 80s. As someone who works from home, my dress standards have dropped to an appalling level, but I like to think I am so far ahead of trend that one day others will catch up. If you notice people wandering around Port Stephens in three-quarter trackies and Birkenstocks, or fetching Hare Krishna saris, just remember who started it. As for summer, as long as you keep away from those god-awful ripped shorts that come half-way up the buttocks and look as though you’ve been attacked by a wild boar, you’ve made a wonderful head start. Carpe diem, Jasminda.