So, as I sat in bed this morning reading the Financial Times fashion review of London and Milan, I had a thought. Now, I should explain that this is not a thing I've often (if ever) had before! Although I've heard it said, but never believed it - I've nothing to wear. To be more precise, I don't like what I have to wear anymore! Maybe as it's Spring and I'm sick to the back teeth of winter. All the new collections are making me re-evaluate what I have and what is missing. Anyhow, after a quick run through in my mind of my options, I found a look that didn't hurt me too much.
Am I now a woman with a dressing room full of clothes and nothing to wear? Well, obviously no I'm not. It was just a moments insanity and now all is well. Well except (if you've followed me, you'll remember my very old white jeans held together with hope... said hope deserted them. As I tried on a pair of shoes this afternoon I felt a sudden rip across my backside. Yes I know - very In, but in my case the In is now Out. There will be a fitting final ceremony this week. Perhaps I won't cry...
I'm back on an even keel and now on the lookout for New White Jeans. Maybe Gap will be fill my gap? My second white jeans are too awful for words so will be given to the Charity Shop. The same shop I gave a pink Chanel suit, handbag and shoes to many years ago. I promise this suit knew it's way around London and New York I wore it so much. Anyhow, my mother told me to give the outfit to the charity shop (which I agreed with but why the handbag I'll never know). Let someone else have the pleasure now. So if you follow me and you still wear a pink suit - white jeans are on the way.
It's almost stopped raining!!
Happy Dressing...
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