I am Flic's Mum. She Mari Kondo-ed my wardrobe to great effect and the 'Captain's Table remark about my glittery top is now my mantra when shopping. However, I must admit this comes from someone who when she (that is I) was thirty went to party in that London and wore a long black top that said 'OH!' on it in massive silver sequins. I was introduced to John Cleese. He looked me up and down, gave me a pitying glance and moved swiftly away. Of course, since then I have worn nothing but Jil Sanders pale grey cashmere and almond coloured silks.
So many painful truths here and fun as ever , thank you Flic. As I career headlong towards 60 I find myself rummaging through the wardrobe despairingly as I realise that stripey peach bat wing silk number from Reiss is never ever going to be worn again. And probably never should have been in the first place. And thank you for expressing what I have always found bewildering about Toast!
I have no idea why I have only just found this now, but loved reading. Thank you and shall now go through my wardrobe for fear of finding any Captain's Table tops.
I love pink. Not dusty pink. No pearl pink. Not funeral pink. But Pink bakery box pink. I wear pop-art 1960s style shifts much of the Spring and Summer. (I taught myself to make one for my book launch.) I live in Cornwall so I might as well look like I am on holiday. I like wearing short a-line skirts with sharp geometric prints. I wear them with fitted tops or men's merino wool jumpers. Often paired with silver trainers, or wedged boots. In my head I live this 1960s jet-setter socialite existence. At home? Leggings, mini-skirts and tank tops or jumpers. And big jewelry. Not statement jewelry but sparkly jewelry. And slippers. Always slippers Slippers and jewelry to represent my Italian-American heritage. I don't acknowledge the existence of jeans for I consider them to be a scam.
So true it made me cringe. I've worn several of those things. Fortunately, with a few exceptions, I try harder with clothes than most people I know. I wear bright colours but get many compliments on these. And I never wear tight things. Any advice is welcomed.
I am Flic's Mum. She Mari Kondo-ed my wardrobe to great effect and the 'Captain's Table remark about my glittery top is now my mantra when shopping. However, I must admit this comes from someone who when she (that is I) was thirty went to party in that London and wore a long black top that said 'OH!' on it in massive silver sequins. I was introduced to John Cleese. He looked me up and down, gave me a pitying glance and moved swiftly away. Of course, since then I have worn nothing but Jil Sanders pale grey cashmere and almond coloured silks.
Well I prefer your clothes to his xx
This is so good, I came back to it for seconds just now. Love. 💯
So many painful truths here and fun as ever , thank you Flic. As I career headlong towards 60 I find myself rummaging through the wardrobe despairingly as I realise that stripey peach bat wing silk number from Reiss is never ever going to be worn again. And probably never should have been in the first place. And thank you for expressing what I have always found bewildering about Toast!
Haha! Thanks so much. Peach, silk and batwing all tricky…x
I bloody love this. Hilarious. But I DO love a boho floaty dress in the summer as long as it is maxi, has long sleeves and covers my crumpled cleavage
I have no idea why I have only just found this now, but loved reading. Thank you and shall now go through my wardrobe for fear of finding any Captain's Table tops.
Noooooo, I love leopard print, happy to avoid everything else listed though! The Marge Simpson reference made me ugly laugh.
I love pink. Not dusty pink. No pearl pink. Not funeral pink. But Pink bakery box pink. I wear pop-art 1960s style shifts much of the Spring and Summer. (I taught myself to make one for my book launch.) I live in Cornwall so I might as well look like I am on holiday. I like wearing short a-line skirts with sharp geometric prints. I wear them with fitted tops or men's merino wool jumpers. Often paired with silver trainers, or wedged boots. In my head I live this 1960s jet-setter socialite existence. At home? Leggings, mini-skirts and tank tops or jumpers. And big jewelry. Not statement jewelry but sparkly jewelry. And slippers. Always slippers Slippers and jewelry to represent my Italian-American heritage. I don't acknowledge the existence of jeans for I consider them to be a scam.
Love this. All the best people pass their driving test on the fifth attempt.
So true it made me cringe. I've worn several of those things. Fortunately, with a few exceptions, I try harder with clothes than most people I know. I wear bright colours but get many compliments on these. And I never wear tight things. Any advice is welcomed.
So excruciating accurate. I’m pretty good about what not to wear but like you want to know what SHOULD we wear?