AVOIDING RIDICULE...

Today I realised with dismay that I am getting too old for ironic clothing. I am, to be clear, 32, but it had apparently escaped me that I was to sit out the whole jumpsuit/playsuit thing and would never again buy a pair of £5 heart shaped sunglasses to be worn once for fun. This ending is not something I really ever thought about, as my preference has always veered towards the pared down, even when I was young and skinny. But occasionally my eye would spot something silly and fun and I'd wear it because it suited my mood. No longer. The funny little short poufy skirt I bought at Topshop will remain my sunbathing skirt - which to be fair is what it was intended for until I decided to wear it on Saturday night (with 110 denier opaque tights of course). I changed it for a longer, more sober tulip shaped skirt just before walking out the door. But I can't quite seem to get my head around not being able to wear anything I want to. How boring, how Trinny and Susannah. So now I know: I should have looked at the little short poufy skirt and thought, "that'd be cute for a 12 year old," instead of buying it for myself. Take this as a note of caution young readers: enjoy your ironic clothing years while you can.

I long ago accepted I am too old/wise to buy the high street versions of very high heeled clunky shoes. I'd love some enormously major heels after a year of boycotting any heels post foot breakage (no hyperlink necessary). The dilemma: the real deal are no doubt correctly balanced but cost £1,000 and will be wardrobe obsolete before long; the high street versions look the part but wobble precariously when you try one on and attempt to stand. However; one lady with unlimited access to expensive shoes manages to hilariously disprove the expensive means you can walk rule. On television. While trying to look ice cool.

There's more on this to come, I'm sure. It seems to me this phase could go two ways: Boden or Lanvin. (Better become a millionaire then.)

**EDIT** Ding! I just realised, thanks to BB and Nancy's comments, that I feel like this because I've been spending waaayyy to much time in London. Must go to Paris soon. Until then, visual therapy helps. There is hope! (Read what she says in the text.)
Perhaps I am secretly Parisian?

{Pic: Lula issue 2}