Suits You

Well, I’m back blogging after a very emotional and stressful week. We said our final farewell Prince B’s sister and gave her a beautiful send-off. Then it was straight back to work for me. I finally got a minute to breathe on Friday when I got a day off.

Anyway, let’s get back to normal business. From a very early age, I knew I didn’t want to have a traditional office job, I knew I was going to do something creative. The thought of donning smart clothes every morning then heading to some corporate workplace horrified me. At school, I would be continually pulled up by the rector for not wearing our school uniform. As I was dragged into the office to get into trouble I’d defiantly tell him that by conforming to the uniform he was crushing my individuality. I still have that feeling even now. The words ‘dress code’ fills me with disdain. Suits are a prime example of something I generally have an issue with. Neat and buttoned up without subverting it somehow it is alien to me. But never one to discount any kind of clothing I do have my own way of making a suit work for me. In this case, it’s entirely of crumpled linen. It comprises of extra-long, wide-legged Jean Pierre Braganza trousers which are frayed at the bottom. They are elegantly tailored yet entirely untidy. I’ve paired it with a crumpled linen Stella McCartney blazer. Again, this is beautifully tailored but the eternally unironed aspect takes it down a few notches. It’s technically a suit, but more like one Columbo might wear if he were a woman. Delightfully disheveled.