WHAT I’M WEARING: LA REDOUTE WHITE WEDDING JUMPSUIT, LA REDOUTE WHITE BLAZER & LA REDOUTE GREEN TIE UP HEELS
WHAT I’M WEARING: LA REDOUTE DOUBLE BREASTED NAVY JACKET, LA REDOUTE STRIPED
SILK SHIRT, LA REDOUTE COATED NAVY JEANS & LA REDOUTE BROWN COURT HEELS
WHAT I’M WEARING: LA REDOUTE NAVY TRENCH, LA REDOUTE DENIM BLOUSE, LA REDOUTE BIKER JEANS & LA REDOUTE DENIM STRAPPY HEELS
I adore navy, I prefer it to black and speaking of blue, I love denim and all white ensembles too. Over the weekend, my mother came to stay and she took it upon herself to organize my laundry room. When she had finally emerged from the mountains of clothes I haphazardly pile in there, all she could say was ‘I insist you do not buy anymore similar shade clothes’ – and how right she was. Ironically, hosting my Mother at my house as well as being the proud owner of a laundry room make me feel smugly grown up, but then she shows up and in a loving way, acts like a parent and makes me feel like a kid again. Some things never change. But some things do and by some things, I mean my personal style. My wardrobe tastes have somewhat narrowed, a conscious decision I made when the clock struck midnight into 2016, but all this trying to be a lady-about-Europe-with-taste-from-all-the-cultural-greats means most of my clothing looks either similar or the same. To the outward eye, ofcourse. To me, I can distinguish every piece, from the jeans I wear when I feel especially skinny to those I prefer when I’m bloated or the blouses I only wear with a push-up bra or the blazers with stains and those without. But my clothes camouflage into one another, becoming a braid of white to navy to earth tones, meaning I can’t ever find or organize anything, so I hastily pile it all into my laundry room and this is perhaps why my mother felt compelled to go in there and arrange the disaster of too similar fabrics into something actually wearable. All I can say is it’s probably a good thing she’s returned stateside because its already chaos in there again & this big box of La Redoute navys and denims and whites of all kinds arrived, all of which I’m wearing here and all of which are now somewhere in that Everest of clothing I call my laundry room.
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