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A Person of Interest

stripe top, full skirt and red high heels

full skirt being blown up in the windThis was going to be a totally different blog post from the one it’s ended up being.

I WAS going to talk about how I saw an outfit a bit like this on Pinterest last week, and how it reminded me of the existence of this top and skirt, and that hey, wasn’t I planning to wear them together at some point? And shouldn’t that point be sooner, rather than later, before it gets much too cold for three-quarter length sleeves and fishnet tights?

About the tights:

I was also going to talk a bit about how these were the first tights of the season, but it’s OK, because they’re nude fishnets, and I don’t hate nude fishnets the way I hate opaque, or woollen tights, say. I would probably also have said that I really only wore them because my legs were looking even paler than usual that day, and I thought they could be doing with a bit of coverage, and gosh, wouldn’t you all have been just fascinated by that piece of information?

I was also going to mention this skirt, and how it’s the sister of this one, and one of my favourite items of clothing ever, because you don’t have to wear a petticoat with it: it just sticks out all by itself, isn’t that amazing? I would probably also have said that the photos don’t really do it justice, because it was windy, and the wind kept either blowing the skirt against my legs, or trying to blow it up over my head, and it just totally ruined my life, honestly.

I WAS going to say all of that.

But then, not two minutes after we’d started taking these photos (And I mean LITERALLY not even two minutes…), the police turned up. And told us someone had called them and told them Terry was stalking me, and that they should come round and, you know, investigate us.

And then I died of embarrassment, and just kept on dying, and now I’m writing this from beyond the grave, I’m not even joking.

(I’m totally joking.)

So, yeah. Terry the STALKER, eh? Oh, how mortified we were. And really, it was just so strange. I mean, we were in a public place, and as I said, we’d only been there for a couple of minutes, so whoever it was who called the “incident” in must have picked up the phone more or less the SECOND we arrived. Also, Terry was never any more than a few feet away from me, and was all up in my face with the camera, which I was obviously posing for. It wasn’t like he was hiding in the undergrowth with a telephoto lens, you know?

I have honestly no idea what would make someone think Terry was stalking me, or even that we were up to something suspicious. Obviously outfit blogging isn’t something the majority of people are aware of (and I realise that the sight of someone with a camera is often enough to make The Others stop in their tracks and stand there with their jaws open, regardless of the circumstances. Even at very touristy places like Disney, say, if we stop to take a snap of ourselves in front of the castle, or with Mickey Mouse, or whatever, a small crowd will gather around us, going, “Wait a darn minute, what’s going on HERE? Tourists taking PHOTOS of themselves? Why, I never heard such crazy talk in my life! Y’all from the city or somethin’?”), but even so, last I checked it has yet to be outlawed or anything like that, so… I don’t know. I just know that I was absolutely mortified. MORTIFIED. Even more so than when I flashed a roomful of people that one time. And I don’t think Terry was crazy about being mistaken for a stalker, either. The stalker.

Luckily for us, the police were really nice about it. That’s why I’m here writing this post on t’internets, not carving it onto the wall of my damp cell or something. In fact, I think they were actually pretty amused by it, and, well, you WOULD be, wouldn’t you? They seemed to realise pretty much instantly that we might be a couple of weirdos, but that we weren’t actually doing anything illegal, so they let us go, although not before they’d sat in their car for a few minutes, and, I don’t know, put out an APB or something? What’s it called, again, when they call in your registration number and get someone back at the station to plug it into a database and make sure the car isn’t stolen? Oh yeah: MORTIFYING. That’s what it’s called.

After that we didn’t really feel like taking photos any more. We just slunk off to the restaurant we’d be en route to when we made our ill-advised photo stop (We normally just stop and grab a few photos when we’re on our way out somewhere: we literally just pick somewhere on the way that isn’t too busy and looks like it might make an OK backdrop. We won’t be doing that again.) and I made sure to walk slightly behind Terry on the way in, so no one would think he was following me or anything.

Still, on the plus side, it’s nice to know that someone cared enough about my welfare to call the cops. Thank you, good Samaritan, whoever you are: as embarrassing/confusing as the whole thing was, I’d rather someone trusted their instincts and made the call, rather than just doing nothing. You never know, after all. And it’s reassuring that the police took it seriously enough to come so quickly to the rescue. Stalking is a serious issue, kids! And honestly, Terry really should stop doing it: if I’ve told him once…

All the same, I might just stick to taking pictures indoors from now on. Or, you know, not at all. I don’t want Terry to get a reputation, after all…

P.S. I just don’t understand why anyone would think Terry was a stalker? Seriously, what would make someone think that?


P.P.S. Now that I’ve had some time to think about this, I’m actually starting to think Terry IS stalking me. I mean, I’ve noticed that wherever I go, there he is, you know? In the office? There he is. In the kitchen? There he is. At our friends’ houses? Yup, Terry. I think that good Samaritan might have been on to something…

P.P.P.S. Not that anyone cares, but those are actually black stripes on my top, by the way: for some reason the camera decided to read them as blue. And it goes without saying that I spilled something on it at the restaurant and created a Mark of Death. GOD.

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  • Roisin


    Oh god, Amber! That is both hilarious and worrying. What was going on in the head of that good Samaritan? And why did the police need to run your car through the PNC check to establish that you weren’t doing anything illegal? Maybe this person was so outraged at those papped photos of poor Kate topless and was worrying you were being similarly – if fully-clothedly – violated?!

    September 19, 2012
  • Erin H


    I’m beginning to suspect that the Universe throws you these curve balls, simply because it gives you GREAT source material for blog posts! What do you think? 😉

    September 19, 2012
  • Jayne


    Stunning outfit, so simple and classic.

    September 19, 2012
  • 1) I would love to know what the caller said to the police to get that reaction out of them. And why you saying “Uh, yeah this my husband. I know he’s taking my picture,” wasn’t sufficient explanation. I’m actually having fun trying to come up with what the caller could have possibly though/described.

    2) I’m convinced you have some sort of awesome midi-skirt radar because I can never seem to find anything that length except pencil skirts.

    3) I’ve realized that I’m going to have to give up trying to post outfits daily because my husband and I aren’t both home during daylight hours during the week. How do you light the pictures you take in front of your shoe shelves?

    September 19, 2012
  • Sandy


    The police actually arrived??? Blimey! I once called the police to say someone was trying to break into a car by launching themselves feet first at the window….they told me off for using the 101 number as it wasn’t an emergency!? (I thought 101 was for “alert! come now!” type things just not “OMG I am about to die” like 999 is.)

    Maybe they thought Terry was grooming you for his internet catalogue of Scottish beauties to offer to Eastern European men??? 😛

    And now you mention the camera thing, why DO people look on surprised when pics are being taken???

    September 19, 2012
      • Hey, deciding you’re famous is a way better reaction than asking you why you’re overdressed.

        September 19, 2012
  • Here if you called that in the police would laugh at you and tell you that unless you have a restraining order there is nothing they can do about your “stalker”.
    I have noticed taking photos anywhere can cause rubber necking and full on crowds. Especially if you are planning on changing into another outfit in your car when you are parked in the middle of no where. You can be guaranteed that all of a sudden 4 more cars will appear and park right beside you.


    September 19, 2012
  • This is just too ridiculous! The police obviously had too much time on their hands. And it would have been more than obvious what was going on really! Well, it gave you somehing very funny to write about 🙂 Love the outfit and your beautifully styled hair!

    September 19, 2012
  • Emily I


    Well it is pretty funny. And after many years so is the time we were pulled over on the highway in Arizona and the patrolman made my husband get out of the car & put his hands on the hood while he questioned me if I was ok, if the baby was ok, if I was sure, if I wanted to tell him anything I’d be safe…turns out they were looking for an escaped convict and mistook my flashing lights once to signal other drivers about the highway patrol speed trap for trying to signal them to stop what they thought was a carjack/kidnapping. Apparently it didn’t help that my husband had just gotten out of the Marines, was growing his beard or that our luggage was covered by an old military blanket and I was very nervous because of being pulled over with them treating my husband like a criminal.

    On another note, perhaps people stop everything to stare and wonder who you are when you are getting your photo taken because you dress & look so much better than other tourists (and most other people!) Maybe you should make up a starlette persona. You’ve already got your own stalker.

    September 19, 2012
  • If anybody’s stalking you, it’s these crazy people like me on teh interwebz who read your every post.

    September 19, 2012
  • Heh, you and I must’ve seen the same outfit on Pinterest. I wore something really similar yesterday (see the blog for pics.)

    September 19, 2012
  • hahah It’s crazy but still hilarious! So many weird things are happening to you. If this was happening in Greece the police wouldn’t have come for the next hour or so, (although I’m not sure they would have come at all). Maybe the caller had some friends in the police, and that’s why they came so fast.
    I loved your outfit by the way! Very pretty and elegant, and you shouldn’t stop taking your pictures out of the house whenever you have the chance. I don’t think anything similar is going to happen to you anytime soon.

    September 19, 2012
  • Myra


    Lol that is so funny. Every girl loves a sticky out skirt xx

    September 19, 2012
  • Oh my gosh, how hilarious! I sure I would have turned as red as my hair as soon as the officers showed up but like you said at least the good Samaritan was looking out for you. I must say this outfit is stunning and I’m going to have to find a similar skirt ASAP! Oh and your nude fishnets, so hot!

    September 19, 2012
  • Aaaaaah… MORTIFYING!!! But hilarious. And, yeah, I guess it’s good to know people care…?

    September 19, 2012
  • What a funny story! I am in love with your hair and with this outfit. WELL JEAL.

    September 19, 2012
  • That is the funniest thing I have read in a very long time. 🙂 Also: LOVE this outfit. That is all.

    September 19, 2012
  • Oh gosh, that must have been SO embarrassing! I’m always really self-conscious about taking outside photos, even though I would like to. I was once sitting in the garden at the back of my block of flats and a man, who I’d never seen before, came across the lawn to me and started asking me why I wasn’t home very often, and all about my car. Which really really freaked me out at the time. So I definitely have no wish to be watched by him whilst trying to get my dodgy camera to sit still and self-time me some photos from it’s balancing place on one of the benches etc.

    September 21, 2012
  • I was actually looking forward to hear about your nude fishnets! I can’t find them anywhere, not in Israel, not in Paris (had my cousin run around looking for them). Darn cops!
    I love Terry’s photo!

    September 23, 2012
  • Wanda


    I have totally different question concerning the shoes you are wearing – are they true to size or smaller / bigger? I can only buy them through the Internet and I think you will be reliable source of information 😉 I wil be gratefull for any information.

    September 27, 2012
  • Rachael


    I LOVE this outfit, but I have a question! I have the same skirt in blue, and it doesn’t stick out anywhere near as much as yours! Are there some special care instructions I’m missing? Or am I just wearing it wrong?????

    September 28, 2012
  • flekko


    Do you have a link to the Asos skirt?

    December 30, 2014
  • Theresa


    What is ironic is this outfit is ALL over pinterest now! I found it on polyvore and reversed image searched it to find the original owner because I really want to get an outfit like this for my niece! Anyways, cute outfit and wonderful style! 🙂

    May 13, 2016