I went into town. Oh god. I lurked that big frump thread and thought well, you know, I'm not so bad, I shop in Zara, Massimo, H&M etc, don't have a big budget anymore but have a few 'nice' things, on trend (or so I thought), i kinda have my own style, dress for my shape, right colours, blah blah, pas mal indeed as they say en France.
Hah! Just when i thought i was doing ok. My smug self got a fall. That'll learn me not to be smug. Went into one of those excruciatingly on trend shops. In my Rieker shoes (in my defence I had walked into town after a full day at work, kids on hols with DSis, more than one tale in this, keep up people), but had my lovely wedge espadrilles courts in my bag.. Yes i know, what do I expect. I had gone into Cos to try on a few things. The woman in the mirror screamed 'frump-central' at me and shipped me out of that sleek dressing room pronto ('scuse the many bits of languages). I tried some other Maje bits I couldn't afford, something called 360 cashmere (gorgeous stuff), couldn't afford, Pinko, couldn't afford. All the while my own clothes that had looked lovely in suburbia screamed frump at me. In my navy and pink. Pink, fgs, no one cool wears pink.
So then I cut my losses, met DH, had a cocktail, and dinner with a bottle of wine. All v nice and a rare event (with children etc). Overshadowed by the bloody uber-cool dressing room experience, but lovely nonetheless.
So my point? None really. Just fret not so much folks, it's all relative.