Brand New World

We are at present struggling with the issues of what, I’m given to believe, is known as mid-season dressing. Fashion is always fast to coin an important-sounding title, and what they are making an attempt to say with mid-season is : look, we do not know what you should be wearing. It’s neither one thing nor the other.

It is not freezing cold any more, but neither is spring in any fashion on the horizon, regardless of whether you squint a bit and have an upbeat tumbler of ros.

Maybe try a headband. I fight with what to wear all year, in each season and mid-season. But with the bounty of spring / summer 2010 completely in the shops, I chose to conduct a wardrobe analysis. If I am fair, this was typically with a view to seeing how many navy and white stripy things I own, and so whetherI can make a case for purchasing more : Milly and Theoryat Net-a-porter are both doing beautiful things with a nautical stripe, as is Opening . Chuck one or two less-than-glaring-white T-shirts in the bin, be cynical with the white jeans that you have worn so much they are almost see-through, and behold! Empty space just waiting to be filled.

( Thanks to the wonders of capitalism, you can pay other folks to clear out your wardrobe for you : many are the sickening Me and my Wardrobe Advisor articles I have read, with too-rich girls standing smugly next to their immaculately folded knitwear, bleating about the £1,500 Prada cocktail dress they’d wholly forgotten they’d as you do till, ta da, the clever wardrobe lady found it behind their DG coat.

But guess what? Throwing your own clothes out is straightforward, and free.

I know! Who’d have thought? ) there is officially, no higher limit to the amount of summer tops a girl wants so purchasing more is guilt-free and a good method to get thru mid-season despair : it shows admirable religion that there will be a future, and that it may be warm.

But the pile of matching clothing you already own can’t be too large a buddy lately made the sage observation that if she never buys another T-shirt again, she’s still unlikely ever to be forced to wear a tatty one, and so say everyone. post my mid-season analysis, my local Cancer Research shop has been the cheerful receiver of last year’s purchases ( aside from the French Connection stripy T-shirt dress which is The Most Helpful Dress Ever and from which I won’t be parted ).

I’m able to about picture the new Hudson white jeans in the space where the completely defunct James ones used to be, and the shelf that used to gasp under 1,000,000 greying T-shirts is now prepared and prepared for action. So now I’m able to get down to the major business of lusting after the complete Tory Burch range, not to mention that beautiful Idea sweater. Which leaves me with just one more burning fashion query to solve before spring is officially on us : how old is too ancient for a denim skirt? My mates, I only wish I knew.