As a self confessed weirdo, I love nothing more than walking into my bedroom and planning my ensemble for the day, ensuring there is a sprinkling of weirdo, of course thrown in for good measure.
You guys have seen this for the past three years, since I set up this little page of self expression but it's only recently that newer readers, followers and subscribers have been doubting whether I wear these things at all... LIKE HELL I DO!

When politely challenged on their questions, they always reply with the fact that they just couldn't imagine having the confidence to rock said sock and shoe sandal, or said sixties-esque ensemble, so I'm here to let you in on a few tips and tricks that have helped my style confidence along the way.

My old man always used to tell me "You're not wearing it, I am, so what does it matter" whenever my sister and I would mock his bad choice of summer sandals or his questionable choice of brightly coloured shirt, which would result in us giving him the eye roll or the "whatever dad" before walking away. But now, whenever I receive a negative comment on Instagram or a dirty look up and down from an unimpressed Mancucnian local; my dad's voice rings loud in my mind, "You're not wearing it, SO WHAT THE HELL DOES IT MATTER!"

Honestly, nothing winds me up more then when people slate the way other people dress, it's all opinion at the end of the day, different strokes for different blokes, or something like that. We s...