Just one more thing...
Monday, 28 October 2013
There's a special talent that runs in my family. My dad has it, I have it and I think my daughter will have it too. It's the ability to take any outfit, no matter how smart, elegant or sophisticated and make it look a little, well, undone. My dad accomplishes this with his unruly hair that will never be tamed unless it has has been cut, that day, by a determined barber. He gardens in new brogue's to my mum's despair and it is a rare thing for anything, regardless of age or state of repair to end up in the bin. Perhaps it is this attitude to clothes that has led to me having such an extensive and eclectic wardrobe.
Take for example this leather trench I bought from Topshop about oooh, forever ago. It has buttons missing, it's got that rained on leather smell and honestly I think Columbo may have coveted it if he'd seen it in a shop. That's what I like about it though, the dishevelled wrongness when paired with a deliberate reserved ladylike look appeals to my non-conformist, the part of me that smiles when I see a toddler wearing fairy wings for a trip to the supermarket. It confirms what I've long believed to be true, that it's ok to be different, it's ok to have fugly stuff in your wardrobe as long as it means something to you and if that's a bit wrong well I'm ok with that.