Around this time last year, I met with a friend from Germany for brunch. An early Saturday morning in a crisply autumnal London, off to drink coffee and talk husbands and children and clothes … my heart was already singing but when I saw the gilet she was wearing, its voice positively soared. Most shearling looks, on me at least, muppety and bulky, a bit cavewoman, a bit Family Pet. But the chunky knitted back on this one, combined with the silky waterfall of grey sheepskin to the front was far more forgiving and enticing.
I suppose there are people out there who jealously guard their fab finds, but this fashion fairy didn’t hesitate to track down a gilet for me and parcel post it over from Germany. I adore it, and resurrecting it this year is taking the sting out of my moodiness about the demise of summer, at least somewhat.
It’s versatile too: last week it took me from a chilly, bright day at the park with my youngest, playing football and pirates, to an evening at a London Design Festival event, give or take a pair of trainers and a belt or so.
So although I’m not in the market for any more grey shearling, I must just rhapsodise briefly over two I tried on last week. There’s approximately a £2,000 price difference between the two, but we won’t dwell on that. They’re both sublime.