I returned my cashmere joggers as I feared Karl Lagerfeld would come to haunt me and tell me I'm giving up
Actually, no, they just made me feel a bit crap as they're just symbolic of being stuck indoors and doing fuck all and there was little flattering about them. I'm better off pulling out my silk elasticated trousers from my summer wardrobe and buying a couple of pairs of quality knee high socks, those are just useful and not symbolic of anything. Although currently my outfit of choice is a silk camisole dress with roll neck oversized jumper. Knee highs will work well with those too but the heating wars haven't started yet so probably this will change and I'll just be in silks without the woollens soon.
We can try things on in changin rooms here, Uniqlo didn't have the skirt so that killed it quite sufficiently. Although with the masks it's pretty unpleasant to be anywhere for long so I haven't actually gone and fitted anything.
I'm eyeing some potential fabric for a coat now instead, more money than I had anticipated but cashmere instead of wool. Although all this talk of how lovely independent shops are, they're not, they're slow as fuck and my sewing projects keep getting interrupted because I'm waiting on stuff.
Ha, oligarch wife, Elle, I may need to retitle rich bitch as that. Weirdly I really like a very furry one on there, the Rena, I think, it's completely lined with innocent little creatures but I want it. Just call me Cruella 😬
I recently watched Phantom Thread, lower on fashion than I anticipated but still really good. Although would not recommend if you don't tolerate a lot of subtlety in place of a very clear narrative. Soundtrack was good too, not emotionally manipulative for a change.