In a previous post, people have picked up on the fact that I don’t buy as many high street clothes anymore when actually, the truth is I just don’t buy as many clothes period. It’s actually got zilch to do with recession but more to do with the fact that opening hours don’t get along with my working horus and in my area all I’m surrounded by are a slew tasty sandwich shops (for doorstop size sarnies try The Larder… I dare you to eat the whole thing…). Then on the weekends, I’d rather not terrorise the boyf by dragging him through the trials of H&M where he gets increasingly agitated (he prefers a quieter shopping experience).
It’s all looking a bit gloomy isn’t it? Last weekend I spoke of selective vintage shopping. This weekend, it’s selective high street. A sad state of affairs as it does feel like next week I could be telling you I’m not shopping period (banish the thought…!), However, I must take comfort in the fact that there are flashes of opportunity to venture out high street shopping once in a while…like last night at around 8pm just an hour before Topshop closes when the boyf and I decided it wouldn’t be as busy and therefore not so irksome. Beyonce Knowles must have also got her flash of opportunity as she and Kelly Rowland were also wandering up and down Topshop too grabbing a lot of things, whilst being followed by beefy bodyguards and a gaggle of mobile phone cameras.
She however wasn’t being so selective as I saw an armful of stuff. Having been starved of Topshop for a looong time, I knew exactly what I wanted and just honed in on the feather skirt in navy and some Topshop Unique shoes both of which I had eyed up on the site for yonks. Cartoon fluffyness is what I have been hankering for ever since I’ve seen the designer Yang Du‘s work so the skirt gave me an easy way out. If a dress version existed, I would have gone for that too to get more fluffy ness.
I’ve been obsessed with textures like bathmats, towelling, soft toys, shower curtains, carpets/rugs and other household items and somehow transplanting that onto clothing for some time and so far, haven’t had too much luck coaxing my bathmat into a garment. So instead, I’ll wear this fluffy skirt that reminds me of those cheap Argos rugs that so many teenage girls have in their rooms, a nubby knit jumper that is resembles my bathmat in feel and a vintage faux fur bolero that is terribly teddy bear-esque all together until I figure out how to get more household fabrics into my wardrobe…