While upacking I found the strapless jumpsuit I bought in Spain:
and as predicted, it seems an insanely ridiculous purchase now I’m back on English soil. Particularly as the conversation in the shop went:
Me: I’ll never wear this in England
Him: Well don’t buy it then
Me: But it looks good HERE
Him: So buy it then
Me: But then I’ll have a whole set of outfits I only wear when abroad, rather like the Goofy baseball cap:
that I had in Disney World when I was 11 and wore constantly while in Disney World, which then spent 10 years on top of a wardrobe, because it was an insane thing to wear when I wasn’t in the Magic Kingdom.
And did I mention that my sister had a matching one? We were incredibly stylish children, right up there with the Jolie-Pitts.
But I bought it, obviously, maybe I could get away with it in Shoreditch? Maybe if I wore it with a picnic blanket, rubber shoes and a handbag made entirely out of leaves?
Suddenly I miss the baseball cap.