An Affair With Fashion

Dear Supre,

Please hear my plea. I need these clothes. A girl like me can’t be without the jackets to throw over a comfy but cute dress or sexy and comfy tights.

You see, I’m the woman who grabs her jacket at the first sign of a little chill in the air or at the sight of air conditioning vents. I was so thrilled to enjoy a balmy night on a recent weekend full of beautiful moments, where I lay outside and wasn’t cold. You don’t understand. This is actually really exciting. Like, write-about-it-on-my-blog worthy. It’s so rare for me. I’m known to make my friends laugh and menopausal women groan as they fan themselves through yet another hot flush.

Consequently my jackets are never packed away for a season or rotated through my cupboards like real fashionistas. I wish I could be one of those sexy people who runs around all night in a singlet without a single shiver down her spine. But, alas no, I am the lady with a scarf tied to her handbag even on a night out in summer lest that little sinister whisper of briskness appears. But the seasons are a’changin’ my dear Supre. Autumn is here and I can totally shamelessly trumpet my desire to wear a jacket / blazer / shrug. Are specific names really important here? You’re getting my drift, yes?

I love these things below – you’re a regular pit stop for basics and fashionable pieces. I want to wear that dress (in Poppy or Cosmo colour please) exactly as you have styled it (you’re sooo clever and I’m so crawling here). I want (now that you know of my dilemma, you must accept it’s a need) jackets for my movie dates with my husband. They are perfect with a dress or tights. I notice you do tights. Ahem. They’re rather sexy, too. The cute headband would keep my mane off my face whilst I eat popcorn and gaze at the visual feast of another cheesy cheerful rom-com. I like cheesy.

You understand now, don’t you? I’m very open to negotiation. I wouldn’t be greedy, just one dress and one blazer will do me fine. All I ask in return for me strutting your garments in front of my adoring audience of one adoring dog is that you corroborate my story with my husband – you gave them to me, I didn’t buy them. Ok? Looking at your prices on the dress, the sequin shrug and tights, you’re practically giving them away anyway. I’ll email you my snail mail address, ASAP. You’re the best.

Kiss Kiss Ssshh Ssshh,
your adulterating fan.

  

 
   
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