The politics of
weekend dressing can be a hard one to get right.
Believe me, I’ve been
there. But after too many weekends that have been completely ruined by my
stubborn refusal to wear a coat, or sensible shoes, I’ve decided enough is
enough. It’s time to master the art of practical dressing.
Last weekend, Ben
took me for some lunch in Chester as a post-Valentine’s day treat and I decided
that this would be the perfect opportunity to take my new found practical
outlook for a spin.
In the process of this grand epiphany, I managed to convince myself that in order to adopt the laws of practical dressing, I was going to need to buy some practical clothes.
It was a relatively
mild day, but I knew I’d be walking around for a while so I decided to go with
some well-thought out layers. I chose a loose fitting frock coat from Zara, a
cosy navy jumper, a pair of my favourite black skinny jeans and some leather
sock boots. And you know what? There wasn’t a goose pimple or sprained ankle in
site.
But yes, even I admit
– there’s still little chance of Bear Grylls calling me up to take part in his
next arctic adventure just yet. It's a work in progress...
I’m wearing: