Because my finger is so firmly on the pulse of popular culture that I am at risk of stopping blood flow to its brain, I went to see La La Land a mere six weeks after its UK release the other night. I enjoyed it very much. Of course I did. In the same way that I enjoy tea and biscuits, there is little not to enjoy about lovely Ryan Gosling and lovely Emma Stone hotfooting it around a perpetually sunny LA to the strains of MGM musical inspired show tunes.
Beyond the singing and Gosling’s preternatural charm however, my main take away from the film was yet more inspiration for Spring and Summer dressing. I know, I know. I harp on about this a lot. But to me dressing for warm weather is akin to a four month GCSE exam. I find it daunting, difficult and frustrating. Due to this I tend to plan far in advance in the hope that on that first warm day in May when I open my curtains to see actual blue sky, I don’t collapse into a frantic melting mess while desperately grabbing for some aged black leggings and a billowing tunic top. Last summer I leant very heavily on my black palazzo trousers worn with an array of black shirts tied at the waist. It worked well, and I was only mistaken for a waitress on a handful of occasions. This year however, with help from lovely Emma Stone I feel that I may be able to branch out in two distinct directions. 1. Cotton. 2. Block colour. I don’t generally like that stiff cotton material that all dresses and skirts seem to be made out of in summer. They seem a bit Charlotte from SATC for my taste and all together far too preppy and Tommy Hilfiger-esque. However, I think that a few key cotton items, such as a Breton top or off the shoulder Bardot inspired dress might be OK, as long as I keep 30ft from a Coach bag at all times and don’t brush my hair.
The other bold new horizon I intend to cross this summer is a bit more colour. Not pastels, obviously, but some nice dependable primary colours and maybe a bit of white too. I know, ground breaking. Done right and teamed with black cigarette pants I think that I will cope guys. I know that you are here for me during this difficult time.
Right, so let’s get down to brass tacks (or should I say brass tax-rebate, amIrightguys? *nudging elbow to ribs*. I’m here all week). Things that I plan to buy between now and when it gets really really hot so that I don’t look like a melty Goth snowwoman:
A Breton Top
I’m bloody certain I have had about twenty of these in my lifetime but God only knows where they have got to. Perhaps they left en masse in the night for a life on the open waves, armed with only small parcels of jam sandwiches. Who could really blame the little marinieres for returning to their natural environment? Anyway, I’m getting another one because they are chic and cool and sexy and awesome. They work well with circle skirts or cigarette pants and basically make you look like Jane Birkin popping out to pick up fags and fresh baguettes of a weekend when you are really going to buy cat food and an extension cord with your Clubcard points.
I’m not exactly sure what prompted me to decide that I need a pair of these in my life but now that I have I can’t shake it. I think that they will look nice with a sun dress and in a cheery colour like these, seem to be something that Sharon Horgan from Catastrophe would approve of and I’m all bloody over that. I’m worried that they may look a bit ‘cool Hampstead Mum-y’, which seeing as how I am not cool, a mother or living in Hampstead does worry me slightly. But we’ll see how it goes.
Apparently it is an extraordinary that I don’t own a white shirt, so I suppose that I should get one. I like these from Uniqlo, which I already have in black (of course) because they are petite in fit and don’t drown my smallish shoulders. They are also quite floppy, avoiding the aforementioned preppy-stiff-cotton-shirt-thing that tall women who wear riding boots down Bond Street, miles from the nearest stable, can pull off so well.
A Button-up Skirt
I had one of these two years ago and stupidly got rid of it in a mad minimalist clear out moment. But it was a bit knackered I suppose. Anywho, I like this one and think it will look great with everything listed above.
This whole baring your upper arms trend doesn’t seem to be budging as much as we may wish that it would. But at least we have moved on from cold shouldered everything (seriously, I just don’t get it) to an out and out ‘look at my sexy clavicle!’ motif. Which I’m actually quite happy about because I rather like my clavicle. Something like this should do the trick.
So I may have about twelve-ty million dresses in my possession, but I don’t think I have anything that works as a proper sun dress. I’m talking utter tosh. Of course I do. These are just the things I tell myself to justify buying new dresses. Look, OK, right here it is…it’s summer, and I want a new pretty dress to wear with ballet pumps and my leather jacket on the weekend so that I can skip off to meet my friends for brunch and then get tipsy on cider with a boy in a beer garden. LET ME HAVE THIS! I would like something like this.
Embroidery is still here for a while it seems, which is A OK with me because I bloody love the stuff. I would embroider my walls if I could, and carpet, and cat. I didn’t get any embroidered flats last year because I forgot to, but this time around they will be mine and will look nice with a black dress on a warm night or a pair of jeans. But let’s not go there. I don’t have the mental energy to dissect the intricacies of jeans ownership in this day and age. I have been jean-less for about four years now and I’m not sure I would know how to start again. Where do you go? Do people still buy jeans from Topshop? Have all jeans been replaced by wide leg shin-length culottes that look awful on absolutely everybody but nobody wants to be the first to say so? Christ, all of this is exhausting. I hope this helped. I’m going back to my books.