I can resist everything, except temptation?…

Pre-Christmas discounts and private sales are very hard to resist..!

Has anyone else noticed the number of Sales that are taking place this weekend? Or the amount of attractive discount emails that drop incessantly into your Inbox at this time of year? Zadig and Voltaire; Bimba y Lola; Katherine Hamnett; Finery London to name but a few.

It used to be that the ‘Christmas Sales’ happened in January. Then you could take your Christmas money, and the vouchers that Great Aunt Maud had given to you, jump on the 312 bus into town – and go and buy anything that Santa had ‘forgotten’ to put in your Stocking.

In later years, January was a time to buy that winter coat or longed-for boots, ready for next year.

November, on the other hand, was a time for saving money, making a comprehensive gift list, and deciding which shop you would go into according to what you wanted to buy?!

Fast forward to now, and the Xmas shopping urge, which seems to be encouraged by the retail sector from the minute the Halloween pumpkin candles burn out.

Like many people (I’m sure?!) I now find myself magnetically drawn towards the ‘Private Sales 40% Off’ (or similar) signs, hanging alluringly underneath twinkly lights and festive window decorations, up and down the high street. Continue reading “I can resist everything, except temptation?…”

Wardrobe Secret #1

Wardrobe Secrets – The understated joy of the Comfort Jumper…

The Comfort Jumper
Every wardrobe has one – and here is mine!     I wear it back to front, inside out or the right way round. Over my pj’s on a chilly morning to make the breakfast; under a coat to pop to the supermarket; with jeans and thick socks to hang around the house. 

This one came originally from Zadig & Voltaire and  it has the added joy of having the word ‘Happiness’ in pink printed across the back – additional emotional warmth factor. 

In its heyday I wore it everywhere. With smart black trousers, with shorts on holiday, even with a tulle evening skirt and knee-high black boots. But its days of parading around London, parties and restaurants are over. The wool is permanently creased. The sleeves are so torn I struggle to get my hands through the ends, and there are holes under the arms and on the shoulders. 

I can buy another one, I know, but in its current role it’s completely irreplaceable. 

Divorce takes its toll. Sleepless nights, anxiety, stress…. today is a Comfort Jumper day…. a day to relax, rest and get some sartorial headspace. 

Bring on Friday… x