If you were expecting to read some ramblings about running here today,you’re in for a big surprise because today I’m talking about clothes…the NON-RUNNING kind! You see, I had some fashion fun this weekend and a couple of you said I should blog about it. If this doesn’t float your boat, feel free to stop reading and come back in a few days when I’ll be banging on about running again.
Anyway. Non Running Clothes.
To be honest, I’d kind of forgotten they existed. As a stay-at-home mum, my working week’s wardrobe is basically sweatpants and casual tops. If I dress up, we’re talking jeans and boots. This is partly because I don’t really go to many places that require dressing up and partly because I’m naturally s
tingy careful with my money as regards clothes. I don’t bring any money into the household these days, so being decadent with the Husband’s hard-earned cash feels wrong. (This moral high-ground does seem to exclude running clothes, as you may have noticed. I justify this by not being the member of a gym).
Anyway. The basic truth is I had no nice clothes any more in my wardrobe. The Husband got sick of me moaning about this, and for my Christmas present, organised an appointment with a personal stylist in Nordstrom and gave me a budget to spend. Yes, I am flipping lucky. And on Saturday, my appointment came up. I had dieted all week and lost a whole pound (although I ‘deflated’ and looked much better). I had a minor freak out about what to wear for a stylist appointment so decided to wear what I’d wear for lunch with my friends – skinny jeans, boots and a black top.
My stylist was gorgeous. Early twenties, TEENY tiny and utterly beautiful but so very friendly and approachable that she didn’t intimidate me at all. She’d prepared my dressing room with six or seven outfits for me to try on. There were some things I loved and some things I wasn’t so keen on. Some things were the kind of prices I could deal with, some things were more than I could get my head round. I tried on everything she brought me, whether they were ‘my style’ or not. Which is how I ended up buying THESE!
Clearly photos would make this post a lot more fun. So I tried taking some posey photos tonight and it was just painful, so you’ll have to imagine. I got…
…a super-foxy navy dress that literally fits perfectly. I cannot put on a single ounce any more. The Husband declared this the hottest dress I’ve ever owned. I don’t disagree.
…ankle boots. I spent two hours trying to decide if I could justify these really cute ankle boots. And I decided I could, so I bought them, and apparently the cool kids wear them with skirts. I shall be trying this. I was going to buy them in navy but branched out and went for the grey.
…a really grown up pair of black trousers which are being tailored to fit my short, stumpy legs. And a belt. My first grown-up belt.
…a lovely swingy cardigan.
I dithered for a while about whether to buy my first pair of designer jeans and then decided I just couldn’t spend that much on denim when American Eagle fit me so well. However I ended up going to Ann Taylor which had 50% off EVERYTHING and bought two pairs of jeans (one black, one navy) jeans, a simple navy top with buttons on the shoulders and a foxy navy top with a zip all the way down the back!
Clearly, there’s nothing edgy or cool in the above but I’m fine with that. I’m not edgy and cool but I am now nicely dressed and feeling a bit better about my impending last-30s-birthday! So the moral of this story is…
- personal stylists are not as terrifying as you might expect
- Nordstrom has some decently priced items
- Ivanka Trump’s shoes are surprisingly comfortable
- This year, I will mostly be wearing navy!
Thank you for bearing with me. Usual running chat will resume in the next post 🙂