Tights

The rain is falling down on London today, however the weather does not trouble me. These cold, dreary days are the perfect excuse (if you need one) to adorn legs in colourful tights!

If there was ever an item of clothing that I truly loved, it is tights. They hold everything in, and stop unpleasant wobbles.

Disturbing Practicality

Something has been troubling me lately.

I’ve seen a seismic shift in my attitude towards practical clothing. Usually, sequined heels, short dresses and impractical skirts leave me a wanton woman, eagerly whoring around my debit card from shop to shop.

However, lately I have become disturbingly sensible in my choices of clothing. For example, I have recently frequented the Mountain Warehouse to purchase zip off cargo pants in a lightweight, breathable, quick drying material (to make them seem more cool, I’m calling them adventure pants).

Restraint

It’s London Fashion Week and my Visa card is currently hiding in my wallet, terrified that it will soon be hit with an onslaught of charges involving pretty, shiny, silky, sexy bits and pieces.

I am currently in love with this seasons clothes and have spent many a lunch break daydreaming over the Topshop and ASOS websites, and Saturdays spent fondling pretty things in Westfield. But, much to my surprise I have not indulged myself like I once used to. Instead I am making do with what I have, and purchasing only the bare essentials.

The fact of the matter is, I think I’m growing up. My desire for a house of my own far outweighs my desire for a gorgeous Ted Baker raspberry colour coat, and with the property market in its current state, it will be many years of depriving myself of beautiful things before I will have one.

However I would like to remind my loved ones that it is my birthday in November. Wink Wink, Nudge Nudge. 

In The Company Of Females

 

Today I attended my first business womens networking meeting.  “You?” I hear you say.. “But you don’t like feminism!”

Well this is very true dear readers, but I am a massive fan of breakfast.  With the promise of eggs and bacon, maybe a croissant and a muffin I’d show up to a convention supporting Nazis/Terrorists/Whalers. 

I found this event very interesting.  With my industry I was not going to benefit so much from the networking, but I very much enjoyed the people watching. 

What I found interesting was the amount of women over the age of 35 who dye their hair bright artificial tones.  And not just highlights, I’m talking bright pink and purple hair.  My mother was a fan of the brightly coloured highlights until Dad and I told her she looked like an abstract painting and she went back to one lovely shade.

I think perhaps it is about re-claiming youth?  But really, this sort of hair looks good on no-one.  Very few people can pull off artificial hair tones and I think these people are usually dancers, artists or musicians with very fair skin. 

Also ladies, once you reach a certain age it is important to note that you will look far far sexier in a modest neckline and a knee length dress, than if you wear plunging neckline and a skirt up to your bits like you did in your twenties.  Fair enough go tight if you’ve still got your figure, why the hell not show it off. But there comes a point in every woman’s life when your hemline should be lowered.

This may sound a bit ageist but I think its more a matter of etiquette and class.  Think Helen Mirren and Meryl Streep, keeping it sexy and styling in their 50s and 60s by covering their knees and bingo wings. 

And these observations were all made this morning because my breakfast failed to capture my attention.  My eggs were runny, the bacon fatty and undercooked and there was NO TOAST. Honestly.

Wardrobe Dilemma

Christmas is over and the end of 2009 is fast approaching.

As I start to compile my list of new years resolutions, I am currently in clean out mode, trying to find some stuff to sell on eBay.

My wardrobe is full of “What Was I Thinking”.  Clothes that I have not worn since 2001, dresses that have not contained my ample bosom since I was 22 years old.

Why have I been hanging on to these things? They hold very little sentimental value, never looked particularly good on me, but I still have them. 

I have bras that I am keeping purely because they were The Ex’s favourite. Jeans that I am keeping because they were a gift and I don’t want to throw out free clothes. 

So please, people out there in cyberspace – buy all my crap on eBay.  I need the cash & to reclaim my dignity!