I mentioned last year about the trend that was going on in London, people wearing activewear – everywhere. Well everywhere apart from the gym that is. But now it seems like people who actually go to the gym are wearing clothes that wouldn’t look out of place in a nightclub. The lines are blurred between high performance and high fashion.
I’ve noticed lots of women adding a fashionable flair to their activewear and bringing a bit of sass to their workouts. Wearing sports bras that are too good to hide and leggings with mesh panel inserts (yes we’re talking see-through) that are more work it than work out.
*More commonly known as a dressing gown depending on where you live, what your mum calls it or how old you are.
I spent my first 29 years calling it a dressing gown and switched to housecoat like a disloyal friend, after living with a Scotsman. Now, much to the annoyance of my sister, housecoat flows out of my mouth like I’ve been saying it forever. The only other words I can think of where this happened is for products, like Oil of Ulay which became Oil of Olay, but how often does one need to say Oil of Olay? Nike started being pronounced Nikey rhyming with spikey in the UK, less than 5 years ago. And I don’t even know how Opal Fruits became Starbursts. But it was Marathon that I resisted for as long as possible, and before long I had switched to Snickers without even realising it. Continue reading
Two weeks left of the summer holidays and for a change, I’m feeling smug because I’ve bought school shoes for Darcy. Yaaayyyy!!! Buying shoes for Darcy is a near-impossible task. I mentioned before my Cinderella theory.
Put yourself in her shoes
Darcy has ridiculously narrow feet and one foot is longer than the other, so shoe shopping is like filling in your tax return, you know it’s going to give you a headache, so you put it off and put it off, then finally do it at the absolute very last minute.
We’re only half way through the summer holidays and I’m already talking about going back to school, shame on me. It’s like using the ‘C’ word in July, it’s just wrong. Would you believe the Christmas shop in Selfridges is already open. Oh no! sorry, sorry, I used the ‘C’ word in August. Please for give me. Continue reading