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My Furry Friend

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.

Sweater, Gap. Jeans, Goldsign Misfit.


Trainers from New Look


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.

Cos dress, Falke tights, New Look boots, Topshop snakeskin clutch, Primark belt, Louis Vuitton scarf

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.

Acne Alison coat, approx £2200


Massimo Dutti combined fur jacket, £265

Just Cos (and a cossie)

You may remember that I was on the hunt for a new cossie, not a holiday one, just one decent and non-flashy enough (okay, yes, mumsy enough) to see me demurely through a wee while longer of weekly mum and baby swimming lessons. The situation had gone from idle desire to urgent need when it became apparent that my ancient one-piece had developed a whacking great see-through patch on the butt – a flaw caused, according to my (soon to be ex if he doesn’t watch it!) husband by spending too much time sitting down.

I’ve got other cossies – 3 of ’em in fact, 2 bikinis and a white Heidi Klein one piece – but I just don’t fancy wearing them down the lido. It’s not a body image thing – they look fine – it’s just that they don’t feel, in that scenario, appropriate. So what did I wear to swimming yesterday? Well, you know, Tracey pops into M&S to buy milk and ends up with a silk Marant-esque scarf … I nip in to satisfy a craving for Braeburn apples and end up with a tummy control swimsuit, reduced to half price. Oh the glamour. I don’t actually need tummy control, but I guess it’s nice to know that it’s there? I can’t seem to find my exact purchase online (although I’m pretty sure you’ll all cope without seeing it!) but if you have an idle curiousity, it’s in this vein .

So from cossie to Cos … the rest of the day, with my three children and I banished from our home by painters and decorators (as an aside – I don’t mind you smoking in my garden, fellas. I do mind you leaving your stinky fag ends in my kitchen bin) was spent in typical jeans-and-top mode. This multi-coloured knit from Cos has been a surprise Good Buy – bought on impulse, worn loads. I wore it over an acid yellow tee from Primark, which has kind of a nice burn out effect and satisfies my yen for something to eke out the last days of summer, in all of its neon, transparent glory.


Cos multi-coloured knit, Primark yellow tee, H&M navy jeans


close up of burn-out effect on tee, currently available in store in other colours too, priced at £4 (from memory)


And then with the evening came a night out, kind of a worky thing but more sociable than not. It had already poured rain a few times during the day and by then, it felt properly like Autumn – so I abandoned any hope of bare legs and dressed in my AW uniform of shades of grey (not quite 50, and no, I haven’t read the book) in a dress from Cos and suede ankle boots from New Look. It was one of the best kinds of evenings – champers on tap, beautiful clothes and lots of lovely, interesting people. Easy not to feel too miserable about the weather, in those circumstances. Less easy when I woke up this morning to another threatening sky and a painter-enforced early morning exodus. No hangover though (the beauty of champagne!) so no complaints, really. Well, apart from the cigarette butts in the bin…


Dress, Cos. Tights, Falke. Boots, New Look.

Check this

As I was putting away a lovely new skirt (I will blog on my purchases very soon. As soon as Husband is not looking), I saw today’s little number. And I appreciate that “little” probably is the operative word. I think it’s possibly perfect weather for shorts or a skirt with tights as its not bitterly cold. And clearly it’s certainly not warm!

Anyway, I bought this skirt with Husband when on a pre-children visit to New York. Ah, those were some wonderful days. Including the day I found this A-line checked skirt in a vintage clothing store. Anyone else fondly remember poking around in little stores, when you didn’t need to manoeuvre the pram around tight corners or placate angry little people with teeny boxes of raisins? Mmm. I do!

I have also included a photo from the local Reiss change rooms as I think it’s probably better lighting.

Red, black, grey and white wool vintage skirt, grey Uniqlo wool polo, white Primark vest, black wool Falke tights and black Kurt Geiger Willow ankle boots. And red lipstick!