I have various cycles – things which interest me deeply for a week or two, then I move on to the next. These tend to be:
- wanting new recipes
- needing new music
- wanting new books (“input!”)
- needing new clothes (a more rare occurrence)
I am currently on the New Threads cycle. This occurs when my favourite trews/shoes/top has gone holey-er than thou and is no longer wearable.
Howevah, first, mah funkiness needs to be refunked. I have noticed that when I go into shops, I barely register on the radar of the shop assistant and get begrudging ‘service’. I have obviously dipped below the fashion Visible radar yet again. Ah am wearing clothes built for comfort and it would seem as ah need to repent in something a little more colourful than sackcloth and ashes. (although that is the colour again for Winter, sigh, BORing – black and white for winter, navy for Spring, pastels for summer, yawn yawn).
A friend of mine asserted that once she got past 30, she noticed that she began to be invisible. The only way to remain noticeable to others (and she is a very tall person) was to deliberately dress in clashing colours: orange and red etc. Lesser-heighted induhviduals such as myself are at more of a disadvantage. A Kaffe Fassett garment would be perfect round about now.
(Pic taken at Kaffe Fassett retrospective, Aberdeen, 2014)