‘It wasn’t until recently when, for a week, I thought I’d lost it, that I realised how much I rely on it’
You know what in your wardrobe needs more love? The boring stuff. It’s always the same stuff that hogs the limelight, gets the compliments, and is fussed over. A party dress gets shown off on big occasions, lovingly dry-cleaned and left to lounge around in your wardrobe for weeks. Meanwhile, the hard-working pieces that make or break your day-to-day look rarely win the props they deserve. I’m talking the smart-but-comfortable flats that you wear so often, that stay kicked off inside the front door overnight, ready to be put back on; the jacket that lives on the coat stand rather than in its dry-cleaning sleeve.
I have a grey wool blazer that, outside the very coldest and very hottest months of the year, I have worn about twice a week for the five years I have owned it. But it wasn’t until recently, when I thought I’d lost it, that I realised how much I rely on it. Heck, how much I love it, even. I know, I know, it’s like the plot of a terrible the-girl-next-door-was-there-all-along-you-doofus romcom, except starring a Gucci blazer instead of Jennifer Aniston. Thankfully, after six days of heartbreak, I opened the boot of my car and there she was, my little beauty. (The blazer, not Aniston.)
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