A bit of a breakthrough. Having tried to track down a plain black cardigan for what seems a long period of time, I finally found one today.
Now I know this is not exciting reading. Cardigans. Socks a couple of days ago. It’s just a good job we don’t have thermal vests as well.
Jasper Carrot once talked about signs of aging. Interest in lawnmowers was one. Going past a shop window and going back to comment “Nice cardi!” appeared to be the nail in the coffin.
A couple of years back, as a course we ran for the students we work with, one of them was worried about whether she had to go out and buy a suit in order to do her placement abroad. I suggested no, and that a top and a pair of trousers that she could move about in comfortably would do the trick.
The problem was the next line when I said “Something like this”, and pointed to what I was wearing, which fitted the description. The look I got back from the twenty year old suggested I was firmly in the nice cardi brigade.
It’s all very confusing, when tank tops and parkas that were no-nos in my generation become cool again. And puffball skirts (only had one friend who could actually manage to look good in one).
Even the fashion writers concede that much of current fashion is really suited for very thin (and possibly only teenage) girls. It also seems to help if you like loud prints, judging by the clothes rails today.
So maybe a plain black cardi is a rebellious statement in this day and age. It’s a good job we don’t have to select which lawnmower to wear to work as well.