I haven't been able to write for ages as we've moved house - more on that another time - and it's taken the obligatory 30 days to get broadband sorted.
But now, I'm back - occasionally. So here's my latest missive:....
I don't own a Temperley, Chloe or McCartney let alone Jimmy Choos or Laboutins (can I even spell it??) For one thing, I can't afford to and for another I'm not sure my 5 ft 3" frame could carry them off. I have an interest in fashion - despite my tomboyish youth and my mother's strictly M & S sense of style.
I'd love the kind of capsule wardrobe fashionista's often recommend in the glossy mags. In fact, I have a friend, who's strictly Boden, who hangs each outfit on a hanger complete with necklace on top and shoes beneath. Maybe that's taking things a bit too far. After all, you have to allow for changing your mind along with the climate and mixing things up a bit. My style is a bit more "Oh crap! What am I gonna wear that suits cycling to the station, traipsing across town on the tube, walking round an overly heated office that's then overly chilled post 5pm that might double up as suitable for interviewing someone vaguely glam or important?"
Maybe there's a niche in the market for someone to open up a new label for people like me. There are other additions too, that might someone with younger children than mine. Like a cardigan or blouse with a thin layer on the top that you can rip off post-puking or dribbling when you say goodbye at nursery drop-off. The possibilities are endless! I feel a new career coming on... Might call the new line ok commuter!!!
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