Are stripes festive, I wonder?
“They are if you want them to be,” is the answer to that question, and I think you all know by now that I DO want them to be, so for Day 4 of my 12 Days of Christmas Outfits, I’m wearing one of my favourite stripe skirts. (The fact that I’m able to have a favourite stripe skirt is possibly an indication that I have more stripe skirts than I have sense, but that’s not news to anyone, is it?) Oh yeah, and my ‘Dorothy’ shoes: so called because I can’t ever wear these without someone telling me they “look just like Dorothy’s shoes from The Wizard of Oz!” And yes: yes they do.
(I think ANYTHING can be festive if you just add red sequinned shoes, don’t you? Top tip for you there: don’t say I’m not good to you.)
Anyway, because I know not all of my readers are interested in daily outfit posts, my original idea for this series was that it would also be a bit like a daily diary entry – so I’d show you the outfit, then I’d talk a bit about whatever I’d been up to that day/week/whatever. Then I remembered I don’t really DO anything – especially not anything that would involve leaving the house in the freezing cold – so that idea kind of bit the dust for the first few posts. Whoops.
Yesterday, however, was T-Day, so Terry and I DID actually leave the house, to head into Edinburgh for a celebratory dinner. Unfortunately I DIDN’T wear this outfit, as much as I’d have liked to. Not only was the restaurant not really a “red sequin shoes” kinda place (I mean, it was NICE, don’t get me wrong: it just wasn’t “red sequin shoes” nice. Hardly anywhere is, really: it’s one of the great tragedies of my life.), we’d also decided to see the Street of Light first, which meant boots, tights and winter woolies were the order of the day.
This kind of thing happens to me ALL the time. Because don’t live in the city, anytime we go there for dinner or whatever, one of us will normally have the bright idea of taking the opportunity to do something else while we’re there – and it always seems to be something that requires a completely different outfit from the original activity. “Seeing as we’re going to the Ambassador’s Ball,*” we’ll say to each other, “and we’ll be in the city ANYWAY, why don’t we also swing by Arthur’s Seat and do a spot of rock climbing?” Which then leaves me with the hideous sartorial dilemma of what I can wear that will be appropriate for the Ambassador’s ball, but ALSO appropriate for rock climbing. And so on and so forth.
(OK, it’s not normally quite THAT big a difference. But almost.)
(*We are not going the Ambassador’s Ball. Do you really think I’d have resisted that ASOS dress if we were?)
Anyway, I didn’t get to wear this outfit, but we DID have a lovely dinner, saw some spectacular lights, and, best of all, no one had to have major surgery: so as T-Days go, I’d say it was a pretty good one, really…
Tibi skirt* H&M top Miss KG shoes