We all know the 80’s horror movie ‘lady in white’ all too well and as I walk down the street in a crisp white outfit I can assure my victims are horrified. Each woman gives me a knowing glance – the danger, the empathy, flashes across their faces as they wonder how long it will remain, well, white.
We all shy away from a world of white when it comes to casual attire for a number of obvious reasons. I advanced out with a shield of white armour knowing I was about to head into battle – it was me against the world.
There was a couple of near misses don’t get me wrong but I returned to safety after a long day of brunches and bbqs with no marks except for the numerous freckles strewn across my face. I felt brave, accomplished and eager to plan my next all white outfit.
If you watch my styling videos you will know that head-to-toe white is something of a trend in my wardrobe this season. It embodies such a fresh, crisp, elegance…that is until (forbid) a catastrophic spillage of wine, squirt of ketchup or my most common culprit – a good old ‘cuppa’ splattered across my top, or worse my crotch.
You know all too well on Mondays I wear black, not just to mourn the death of the weekend but for safety measures to avoid any fashion disasters when you’re still in a sleep deprived weekend haze. Now, newly confirmed, on Sundays I wear white.