Standing in front of several rails of clothes (no touch-catch floor to ceiling built-in wardrobes here), my friend Fiona blatantly laughed out loud when I said ‘I’ve got nothing to wear’. But honestly I don’t.
My wardrobe wasn’t made for living in a big drafty old house on the west coast of Scotland – everything is so flimsy. Just looking at it makes me feel cold. Summer dresses, T-Shirts, floaty shirts, shorts (ha ha), and ahhhh all those lovely heels – I really can’t imagine wearing any of them again. The cashmere wraps that kept me toasty in London have proved to be just a reasonable first layer here…
I need to think practically – and have started to see the appeal of barbour jackets and dare I say it – quilted waistcoats (the word waist seduced me…). I even ordered some online in desperation but I looked so ridiculously horsey and middle-aged that I’ve sent them all back. I’ve got a few fleeces from my mountain climbing trips with Ed – but I don’t want to spend the rest of my days looking like I’m about to go on a hike…
I’m not sure it’s possible to do cold well without looking posh or Bristol NHU – and as neither look is working for me I’m not sure what the answer is. So for now I’ll just keep on ordering twinsets of thermals and hope for a change in the weather….