Because I am so incredibly fashion forward, I receive Matches Fashion’s customised email newsletter. Or maybe I once ordered a pair of flip flops and have since been on their automated mailing list – who knows? The other day, this popped into my inbox:
Baby fashionistas pay heed, Diane Von Furstenberg has teamed up with GapKids for the second time. Exclusively for girls, ranging from newborn to age 14, the GapKids + DVF Explorers Collection is now available from selected stores and online.
I love Mondays. Mainly because of The Guardian’s Monday supplement G2 and its ‘Ask Hadley’ series. Every Monday Hadley Freeman answers sartorial questions in a witty and often unexpected way. And I rarely disagree. But when it comes to blaspheming Carrie Bradshaw, I can’t just sit and watch injustice happen.
When it comes to handing down hang-ups and obsessions, my love for beautiful but slightly impractical shoes is the one I worry the least about. A girl’s got to love her shoes, no?
Over the summer, a wave of articles that celebrated the end of size zero and therefore the reintroduction of womanly curves appeared in about every British women’s magazine. But despite various attempts to put an end to glorifying the image of malnourished women, recent fashion week reports and magazines alike are still plastered with pictures of clearly underweight models.
Every now and then, a tiny bit of the old me resurfaces and gives me a smile. The-putting-on-makeup-me. The-strutting-around-in-heels-me. The-choosing-cream-white-coat-over-practical-me.
So when Big M took me out for dinner on Saturday, I felt more like being just me than I did over the past seven months.
Thanks to Liz at Violet Posy, not only did I make it in time to the Gap to admire Stella McCartney’s cooperation with the high street brand, I even hunted down one of the one-piece sweaters for little L.
In a recent comment-conversation, the lovely Rose said: ‘Oh I envy little L, I imagine she has a great wardrobe of clothes!’ I had to think about this, because a) yes, she does (thanks to her generous grandma, little L is sporting Ugg Boots, pink Ralph Lauren corduroys and a white Petit Bateau hooded jacket in the picture above) and b) I envy her myself, because she’s better dressed than me. Realising this kind of hurt, but it’s the truth and it’s time to face it: I am a slummy mummy.
If you want to create a wide smile on your husband’s/dad’s/brother’s face this Christmas, I can only recommend giving them tickets for a car related event. The smell of petrol and the sound of roaring engines will no doubt make their day, but leave you with either a headache or another day spent apart.
If you want to do yourself a favour, get them tickets for Goodwood Revival. Not only is the sheer number of classic cars that populate parking lots, racetracks and motor shows breathtaking; also the fashion interested female visitor’s eyes are likely to be pleased. The best bit about it: you get to play dressing up yourself.