I surprised myself yesterday. Anything to do with the purchase of clothing automatically entails sizable sums of money, financial desolation and ‘get rich quick schemes’ so as to sustain the next binge. My sister advocates joining the Mafia as a way to cope with economic distress of this nature...
I am not a reckless shopaholic, but I have no problem spending a lot on clothes. My theory states that quality is far superior to quantity. Other factors that enter the equation are style, label, texture and most importantly, that unique wow - factor.
That’s why I skipped out the Park Town Organic Market, tickled pink by my R360 worth of purchases. I initially planned to spend about R 600 on perhaps one or two items from Milli’s Pulchritude sale. She had some very dainty pieces; I particularly liked the slouchy cardigan by Silverspoon and the bamboo jackets. However two racks of second hand vintage clothing hogged all my attention – oh-so-amazing stuff that can’t be found anywhere else, like exquisite floral blazers and quirky high waist trousers.
It took just two minuets of rack flicking to locate the three items that had my name written on them. In this post I am featuring the first two- a classically tailored white blouse with vertical ribs running down the centre. The collar is stiff and starchy which gives the blouse nice angular definition.
My second little treasure is an ostrich skin postman style bag, in tan, with the long shoulder strap. It goes beautifully with everything I own and can be jazzed up with a scarf, a broach or a string of pearls drooping down the side.
I spent hours in front of the mirror, trying out every possible combination, pulling up, tucking in, shoes on, shoes of……
The blouse looked best teamed with a copper pencil skirt, stilettos and a watch that used to be my Dad’s. It is very elegant, the type of accessory that depicts the ‘gender bender’ trend because it looks feminine on a man but masculine on a woman…perfect!
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