This is a blog I wrote on 20six when Blogger was broken earlier this week...
I jotted a blog down on a napkin during a lunch break when I was working last week. I fished it out of my handbag this morning. It was on that cold windy grey day. (Hard to remember, as it's 30C/80F and blazingly sunny today!)
Sitting at a bistro window or on the terrace of a cafe watching the world go by is one of the best urban non-activities to not-do, so here are some thoughts inspired by the passing humanity:
1) Tights go with slippers! Who knew?
2) Some people blindly follow the calendar and, figuring as it's early June - sod the snowstorm - they'll put on sandals, cotton skirts, t-shirts, even shorts. "I bought this new wardrobe, and by Jove, I'll wear it before the season's out, even if I do get frostbite!"
3) Some do the smart thing and put on a jacket. Even a scarf. One girl went too far and wore gloves.
4) It bothers me when tourists read maps on street corners for hours on end, not daring to ask directions from one of the hundred people who are are trying to get past the bottleneck they have caused.
5) And when people topple over in the Tube. They absolutely insist on it! The train starts off the platform and passengers make like dominoes. All the years of learning to stand up, to no avail.
In a full train with no handholds, I can stand free and not fall over. I mean, just because I am a girlie, I'm not going to pretend to be all silly and unbalanced. (end rant)
6) Women and shoes. There are the comfy driving moccassin-wearers, and there are the stiletto-wearers, as if they're not already tall enough. Their feet are killing them at the end of the day. I have seen them limping home while trying to look like they're not.
Me? I do the ballet slippers with capris and skirts - kitten heels if it's dressy - and if I go jeansy, I got me a delicious pair of tan driving mocs, not to mention my innumerable square-toed loafers.
I've noticed...you know how I like all shades of turquoisey blue and mint green? When it comes to leather, I seem to be drawn to tobacco leather - always soft, pliable, a rich shade of tan. Mmmm. The thought occurred to me when I sat down the other day to oil my pencil case and cream my moccassins.
And finally - fashion rules I grew up with, to be broken today without impunity:
1) no white before 29 May, or linen for that matter
2) green/orange/yellow do not go with your skin tone/hair colour
3) those colours don't match!
4) but the jacket is shorter than your shirt!
Can you think of any more?