Lately the whole going grey/being grey conundrum has been on my mind.
As most of you know I have been taking the leave-my-hair-alone approach for a couple of years now.
Let me start our discussion by saying grey hair is not for everyone and I respect that opinion.
Friends either love or hate my grey hair; on the whole most days it would seem I am winning. Yes, maybe it is ageing or should I be more specific and say it doesn’t let me fool anyone. Grey hair generally means we have been around the block a few times and seen our share. Most days I am absolutely 100 % with that but there are days I find it confronting.
I don’t wish to fool anyone else but every now and then I would happily indulge in a little self-denial.
Going grey requires large doses of patience, a fair amount of self-confidence and a not-giving-in kind of approach.
Fleet jacket, army jacket, Field Jacket, camouflage jacket; whatever the name, I need a new one.
If there is one piece in my wardrobe to justify my, “cost per wear’ philosophy it is this one.
I wear this style of jacket in a series of weights over just about everything.
This season I have seen the embroidery trend take the lead over the brass buttons and the more simple camouflage style; I still like the military feel of an oversized button and equally I find the simple version extremely wearable.
The shirtdress has been around forever and it is the one dress I need right now.
The shirtdress is one of those dresses that works with so much, goes anywhere and saves the day mid-season. Another “what will I wear when I don’t know what to wear masterpiece”.
I have been having a lot of those days recently and I have been searching for something new and different to wear. I love my suits and black pants/ blouse “uniform” but I need a break. Not forever, it will be only for a moment. The tailored and I are soul mates.
Too much denim? I think the answer is a resounding, NO.
I love denim, always have and always will. How about you?
Denim is an ageless fabric that can be crafted up in so many ways to suit so many different shapes and sizes.
Presumably that was its attraction when it was first created, an enduring fabric to fashion for practicality and durability.
When I think about the amount of denim to come through my doors over the decades for not only the children, and myself but also for David I cannot believe one fabric can have so many re-incarnations.
Our denim stories must include pretty much every whim and trim on the market.
From memory my first pair snaked over my pudgy frame at the age of ten; I didn’t care about how they looked, I was much less sensible then ;)