Why Fashion is Boring

"Trendy Wendy" is a phrase that has always amused me. Over the course of my life I have known two Wendys. "Trendy" is about the last word I would use to describe either of them. Trends are something I have been thinking about quite a lot recently. I think this has been prompted by my attempts to clear out my wardrobe. As I am not a fashion expert, I have no idea of the correct terminology, but it has recently struck me that the fashion cycle really is quite boring. I understand that it is, by definition, cyclical. But does it really have to be the same year in, year out? It's a wonder anyone ever buys new clothes, you might as well keep things from the previous year and still be bang on trend! To my eyes, the eyes of someone who does not have a lot of money to burn and is thus limited to the lower end of the British high street, the fashion year goes something like this:
Spring- Nautical. You know the score- red, white and blue. Maybe a touch of gold.
Summer- Gypsy skirts and Gladiator sandals. Occasionally 50s style A-line skirts, and dresses (which are ALWAYS too short)
Autum- Military. It's all about khaki, medals and too many buttons. The other option is Chunky Knits (are no magazine writers capable of using another phrase?!)
Winter- Victorianna/Rock. Basically black, with too many sequins over the festive season.
In fairness, there have been a couple of new additions in recent years. Who could live without neon denim, patterned leggings and peeptoe boots? Come to think of it, these are not so much new, merely things that have been out of the system for a few years. I had some lilac jeans when I was about 10!
I like clothes. And shoes. And bags. I like them all a lot, and I love shopping. Yet I still wouldn't describe myself as "fashionable". I am certainly not "trendy", I do not care enough to keep my finger on the fashion pulse. I am too poor to be truly "stylish" (because everyone knows that to be stylish requires a lot of money.) So I suppose until I become a high-flying Career Girl and/or marry an investment banker I am stuck with my mish mash of random clothes (it would be over-generous to call it eclectic, because there is no conscious effort behind it!) and half-baked ideas of wearing carefully put together outfits, rather than the first thing that comes to hand!