With autumn whistling through my letterbox, and the jangling of empty hangers in my wardrobe, I was struck down by an attack of Seasonal Wardrobe Disorder.
Here's the thing: I have changed shape. I am eating less and moving more.
I am a Jazzercise addict, bay-bee!
Oh how FL would laugh if he could see me in my trainers and racer-back top!
I have lost a couple of inches from bust and hip, while my waist seems to measure the same.
Maybe I am turning into a boy.
Why am I not sewing? Because the styles I used to rely upon are no longer my friends.
Too close-fitting and I look as angular as a coat hanger.
Too loose and I look like my clothes are wearing me.
Skirts now slither downwards to sit on my hip bones. Trousers sag and bag.
So this weekend I hit the High Street.
After all my worthy words about only buying ethical brands? Yup.
I needed to try things on, to find out what suits me now that I am older and leaner.
I gave myself an hour. I knew I would not have the stamina for any longer.
I wandered in and out of several shops and saw nothing of interest.
And then I went into Zara.
Ethics went out of the window.
I was actually excited by the clothes - oh my goodness!
It all looked so fresh and new after years of avoiding the mainstream.
Years of the same few mail order booklets showing me the same clothes in a slightly different colour palette, year after year.
No wonder the catalogues ended up in the recycling bin!
But every which way I turned, I saw actual Fashion.
70's looks, grunge a-plenty (oh lord: an episode of "My So Called Life" was right there in front of me!), oversized sweaters, prints, textures, colours...!
|To be layered over the leggings and under the shirt, apparently. I didn't buy it!|
Clever lighting and tilted mirrors - I looked great as I was!
And they were playing my song. That always helps.
|Imagine this in blood red...|
So that came off pretty sharpish.
|Cropped, pinstripe, turn-ups, narrow|
But the narrow cropped tailored trousers?
Oh my word, those had to come home with me.
|The back pleat|
With a big pleat at the centre back?
|The shoulder / neck|
But it gave me a cold hard knot of anxiety to even contemplate hunting out a similar pattern, getting the fit right, and sourcing suitable fabric.
So I bought them: the shirt and the trousers.
Not only that, but I wore them to work today, to a big scary Important People meeting.
And even though I was conscious of my exposed neck, it didn't frighten me.
I felt... empowered, actually.
I got my hair cut too :)
Much easier to look after in between exercise classes!