When I was a working girl about town, I liked to think that I had a bit of va va voom about me. I loved putting together outfits to wear for work, accessorising with some funky costume jewellery and getting dressed up to go out. Fast forward two years, and I feel like I have slightly lost my sense of style. Ok, I’m not one of those mothers you see on Gok Wan, who lives in a slouchy T-shirt and sloppy grey tracksuit bottoms, but, I’m not quite as stylish as I used to be either.
I was chatting to a fellow mum the other day about the ‘Mummy uniform’. Mine is probably no different to most Mum’s in that it consists of jeans and trainers, a variety of assorted t-shirt style tops (with lots of saggy necklines - courtesy of 'Little Pip the boobhunter') and a couple of old cardigans. This could all work well enough, but nothing seems to fit together ‘capsule wardrobe style’, quite as it should. Plus, it seems I am in danger of being caught in a time warp. Bootcut jeans - I still love them, but according to my trendy mum friend these are now a ‘fashion sin.’ Oh. What’s a girl supposed to do?
Today, with a day of childcare, and determined to make myself feel a bit more yummy for autumn, I set off to kit myself out with a new uniform, but for reasons, I cannot fathom, nothing seemed quite right. Yes, nothing. On the whole of Oxford Street, London. I am a tricky customer to please.
One hour into the trip, ‘I’ll just get a coffee’. Two and a half hours in, ‘Hmmm maybe some lunch.’ Then I came home, after buying a kingsize flat sheet for the bed. Ooooh - how life has changed.