A friendly note to all graduates…….
Graduation is a special time…you’ve worked hard….some for 5/6 years or more to gain your degree…your passport to a life filled with abundant wealth and a multitude of opportunities. Your family travel far and wide to celebrate your achievement and your parents brag, quite rightly to anyone who’ll listen about just how fabulous you are!
So for the love of Lagerfeld please don’t lower the tone of such a momentous occasion by draping your beautifully starched, well-earned gowns over dresses fit for pole dancing and heels that even MoneySuperMarket Dave wouldn’t be seen dead in. Why…why? You’re in a bloody big church surrounded by 4 thousand other students, families and staff, yet you feel its appropriate to wear a white body-con dress with mesh panels so tight I could see what you ate for lunch! The guys aren’t much better either! Are you going straight from graduation to a Bugsy Malone convention? No? So why all the gangster pinstripe suits and yes….one lad even wore the matching hat! Nee Naw Nee Naw…..take him away officer!
I never use the blog to hate on people, I’d never take photo’s and shame like the tabloids used to at the Grand National because I do believe that if you think you look good then you should rock it! BUT NOT AT GRADUATION! Your parents (most likely) have just paid a whopping £100 for one photo of you in your way over priced cap and gown with the pretend degree scroll they give you and I will bet you a lottery win that looking back you’ll be mortified that you dressed like it was 11pm on a Friday night…..and not 4pm on a Thursday afternoon with your Nan smiling proudly by your side!
Do me (and future you) a favour and get yourself down to TopShop for a jumpsuit and brogues.
‘We could’ve been anything that we wanted to be’