Showing posts with label My dodgy 80s dress sense. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My dodgy 80s dress sense. Show all posts

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Saville Row, This Ain't

When it comes to fixing the effects of a bad day at work, nothing does a better job than shopping. So, after picking up a few 'essentials' - two pairs of shoes (both in the sale: virtuous, non?), a lipstick, nail varnish and two eyeshadows from Topshop, a vaguely ridiculous 50s style hat that is somewhere between country pursuits and space shuttle air hostess - I stumbled across the single most awfully brilliant suit I think I've ever seen. I need to be smart at work, but the thought of dressing in boring black and grey suits every day makes a little bit of sick come up. Not quite, but you get the idea. I also have a bit of an unhealthy attachment to pretty much every questionable bit of 'fashion' that came out of the 80s, so you can imagine how I felt when I stumbled across the outfit where stripes came to die:

Yep, it's a humbug striped, lycra miniskirt suit, complete with shoulder pads, that's now hanging in my wardrobe, and I bloody love it. H&M: you have done me proud. Now, I know what you're thinking: you've seen this somewhere before, and you'd be right. But the question is, who wore it best? Me or Beetlejuice?

I know, his hair is so much better than mine.

The mobile phone I'm sporting in the photo clearly won't cut it anymore, so I may have to source one of these babies to complete the look...


Hopefully this won't completely turn you all off the idea of future outfit posts. And yes, I have added 'My dodgy 80s dress sense' as a tag, so I'm going to try hard to get some good material for this category!