What? Why am I late? I was busy ok?
Fine! Well basically I've had a shit tonne of essay, volunteer stuff for Linkline, and moving into a new house, not to mention having a social life (on occasion) and general day-to-day living...
But anyway, down to business, take our your copy books, and turn to page 29 in your textbooks: a chapter entitled Fashion.
Yes I realise we were supposed to study this last time, but I never ended up writing it out for you so we're doing it now. Stop interrupting.
First off: my new jacket arrived. And it's delicious. £100's worth of reduced down wonder, and frankly I was at a loss, not knowing what on earth to wear it with. Suddenly: terror. "A waste of money" I heard in a middle aged male voice. "A hundred pound down the drain" I heard in a similar female lilt. "Don't have the bollocks to wear it!" I heard in an almost unmistakeable Essex screech.
Thankfully, I had the world at my fingertips, and they were (mostly) ready to help me. A round of forum questioning and I had answers... And so please turn your attention to figure 1.
Alright quiet now at the back, let's move on.
On the next page you will discover that a man can dress like something he has no idea about and still feel confident that he's giving an accurate portrayal of said topic.
I had recently seen (also in Jack Wills - shut up), a tweed jacket, which I had fallen deeply in love with. Deciding I needed one and being short by about £260, I should scout out the charity shops for something similar. No dice. They are certainly an overrated commodity. Luckily, Nottingham is full of vintage shops, and by that I mean there are roughly three. Wild Clothing is one such shop, and I must say, has a rather good selection of tat and trash, most of which I would describe as great! Though you may have to spend a few minutes in there...
Anywho, I managed to locate myself a houndstooth jacket in there for the meagre sum of £15. A bargain say I, especially as it actually fits. Normally if I'm lucky enough to find myself a jacket, it's going to be huge in the chest or stupidly short in the arms. Ridiculous shaped body you see! And so we turn to fig 2.
Fig 2 - Said jacket worn with white plain shirt and Prince Of Wales check trousers.
Things I want:
I have the bowler, but I need a topper.
Tweed trousers. God I want some...
A proper dress shirt. I have a bow-tie and nothing to wear it with.
There's a few other bits but I'm not sure what... I really wish I'd bought one of these things:
Before Topman got their grubby hands on them...
Grrr. (literally)
Anywho, might add some other pictures in time... For now, I merely promise to update more often. Sorry y'all....
