I used to have boots like that – that’s me turning into my mum and aunties who say this about something I’m wearing whenever I see them. It is reassuring though to see a much loved garment or item returning to the fold.
Said boots appeared reincarnated, albeit in a far more luxurious and expensive form, in Frida Giannini’s impeccable and truly wearable update on swinging London (to steal the experts’ description) collection. The flattering cigarette trousers (sadly only for the skinniest of legs), the a-line minis, the smart tailored thin-leather dresses and blouses, the seventies swept hair, a bit of sparkle on long sleeved dresses and those sunglasses (!), I can’t fault it one bit.
On my return from this fabulous road-trip I’ll be indulging in a long consolatory rummage through second-hand and charity shops for pea and mint greens, soft blue wools, yellows, brown leather everything and maybe I’ll rediscover those long discarded sleek, cling-to-your-calves, block heeled, fake snake boots while I’m at it.
What’s more – I have a yeti-style faux fur jacket waiting for me in the loft, made lovingly by my very clever mum (with pockets and everything) but rarely sees daylight outside of parties and festivals, which I’ll soon be showing off down town (so to speak). I’ve waited a long time for this.
The lessons: 1. Never throw anything away. 2. Mum and aunties know best.
Pics from style.com. For the full collection click here.
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