THERE is a tendency in spring to fling off excess layers at the drop of a sun hat.
It’s easy to get caught up in the excitement – after all, those rays are good for us.
Before you know it the winter coat is packed away and the lighter offerings are out on display feeding into the conception that the cold months are behind us.
Slipping a suit jacket over a silky white shirt last week was so liberating as I wasn’t lumbered down by the weight of a wool coat.
I skipped to the bus stop, telling myself the morning haar will burn off.
A morning meeting in the New Town was followed by an afternoon meeting in Leith.
With my core temperature dangerously dipping to hypothermic I had to concede to the cold and buy a jumper.
One supermarket sweep around Debenhams later every half-price pullover was vetoed – however a full plumed feather dress with leather bodice and see-through mesh was wooing me due to its drastically discounted nature. Nipping into the fitting rooms I flung it over the leather legging and shirt I left the house in.
It was the perfect pairing. Off I popped to the next meeting looking like Anna Dello Russo’s albino sister.
If you are not having fun in fashion, then you are not having fun full stop.
I am sorry to say this, fashionistas, but the summer of sport will be spilling into our wardrobes. Good news is it will be in monochrome finished off with high heels, or fluorescent trainers teamed