Is it possible to have too many navy sweaters in your wardrobe?…
I can trace my love affair with the navy sweater back to my childhood. Long summers spent in rural France, it was worn by anyone and everyone, and seemed to me the epitome of laid back chic, pulled on over a cotton shirt or simply draped around the shoulders.
I recall returning home to Yorkshire after such a holiday and spending my meagre clothing allowance on a Marks & Spencer navy round neck sweater – absolute classic – and I wore it everywhere, from school (no uniform in the sixth form) to the local pub for our Friday evening ‘socials’!
It’s now five months since I pledged not to buy any new clothes for a year. How’s that going, you may well ask?…..
It’s time to catch up, recap, take stock of the Wardrobe and of life in general…
Yes, I know I should possibly have done this in January… but January seemed to pass for me in a blur of cashmere hat and scarf, a thick overcoat, a daily renewed intention to be more Mindful and the odd glass of red wine or two to ease through from Monday to Sunday.
It’s now almost five months since I pledged not to buy any clothes/shoes for a year.
How’s that going, you may ask? Well, it’s harder than I thought. And in a spirit of absolute honesty I have strayed slightly from the path….but not far enough to constitute a whole change of direction?!
Firstly, I bought a little Chanel style jacket from the Ann Taylor outlet store on Fulton Street in Brooklyn, in December. What a fantastic holiday we had, and what a great place Fulton Street is to shop! Outlet stores, discount stores, a great range of products and everything further discounted for Christmas. All with a cool, edgy Brooklyn vibe. It was heaven. Continue reading “The Re-Worked Wardrobe, Month Six”
It’s time for a new scent – something enticing but environmentally friendly….?
As I’m no longer buying any new clothes, I’ve decided that maybe a new perfume is just what I need to (literally!) spice up my wardrobe. Something that’s not too overpowering, as kind to the environment as possible, but still, in the words of Kelis, ‘brings all the boys to the yard’?!
Scent is hugely evocative. Of all the senses, it has the greatest power to re-create memories and bring back thoughts and pictures, with such force it can be quite overwhelming.
I have clothes in my wardrobe that hold memories of past events. Highs and lows of my life, tucked within the silk folds of a favourite blouse or the sparkle of a sequinned dress. But it’s the scent I wore that really takes me back to places and events that have shaped my life.
It can be both positive and negative. The other day I came across a perfume sample in my drawer and absent-mindedly dabbed it on my wrists. I used to love that particular fragrance, but as the smell drifted to my nose, I was instantly back in St. George’s Hospital and overwhelmed for a split second with the grief and trauma of seeing my child in intensive care. My oldest son is now 16 and full of the joys of imminent adulthood and independence(!) but for a short while at the age of 2, he was in an induced coma fighting for his life against meningitis. The scent, which a dear friend gave to me all those years ago as a small comfort to take into hospital, transported me straight back to that time.
On a lighter note, I bought myself a small bottle of body spray from & Other Stories earlier this year, for a (rare) girls’ weekend in Marbella. Small so that I could take it in my hand luggage. For me now, the remains of that bottle hold the scent of anticipation! Of a weekend of joy, laughter and female camaraderie. Of being picked up in the early hours of the morning by a friendly neighbourhood police officer and driven to a party, because we couldn’t find the apartment we were looking for. It is the scent of sunshine, skin, cocktails and dancing. Continue reading “Scent and scent-suality…”
Socks, socks socks……and what to do with old ones?!
…there are so many to choose from! Sports socks, woollen socks, knee-high socks, sheer socks, stripy socks, sparkly socks. Low rise socks with trainers; woolly socks with boots; ankle socks with brogues; delicate lace socks with sandals?
At school my friends and I used to wear thick, ribbed ‘over the knee’ socks, held up with a small band of white, knotted elastic. The trick was to get the garter just the right size – too tight and it left a big ring around your upper thigh; too slack and you had to resist the urge to run across the playground for fear your socks would end up around your ankles.
Now, I really hate having cold feet! My favourite socks at present are Falke – dark grey, wool socks with my ankle boots, and Cotton Touch black socks with brogues. My other ‘go to’ brand for socks is & Other Stories. Their Leopard nylon socks, in black, go with practically all my shoes. And if you like the whole ‘socks and evening shoes’ thing, you can’t go wrong with their black, rolled edge nylon sock.
For glamorous socks I would recommend looking at Wolford – the Lace Up Knee High or the Lurex Net knee high would look great with a mid-calf length skirt and heels. They also have beautiful sheer ankle socks embellished with Swarovski crystals (the Love Letter).
And for less glamorous footwear, (but equally as important!) – I love Uniqlos heat tech that handily come in packs of 2 (pairs, that is… not socks!)
But here’s the question. What do you do with your old socks? Does anyone darn socks any more? Or do you simply get rid of them when they wear through? Continue reading “The Joy of Socks…”
One month, so far, without buying any clothes – it’s a hard habit to kick!
So far, I have managed to survive a month without buying any new clothes. I admit, I have been tempted. I fell in love with a pair of boots in Other Stories last week (black Leather Snow Boots with a heavenly, faux fur lining), and suggested to my youngest son that he went into town with my credit card and pin number, and bought mum ‘a little treat’?!
I also went as far as putting a black Uniqlo down jacket into my basket, online. It sat there for a while, calling to me in all its lightweight, simple, puffy glory – until I regained control and closed the page and logged out of my PC.