|Skirt: Cath Kidston, Cardigan: J.Crew, Shirt: Gap, Booties & beanie: Anthro|
So I have a lot of skirts. You will probably agree with me that I need a new skirt like I need a hole in the head - that's why it shouldn't come as much of a surprise that so far this spring, I have amassed three. This is one of them. You have no idea how long I waited for this baby to go on sale - I think I actually since early last autumn! Cath Kidston do more homewares than clothes, and I have to admit not all of their stuff is to my taste, but every once in a while... They will produce something so cute that my head literally explodes.
Then, after I've put the bits of my head back together with duct tape and epoxy glue (long hair is useful for this - it hides the cracks), then I have to decide if I'm prepared to pay full price, or if I'm happy to wait and chance it, because not all their items make it to sale. I did actually cave and buy something full price there this one time - but usually, I hold out. There was a horse dress last year that still makes my soul hurt a little when I think of it - so damn cute, and it sold out so fast. But this skirt - nobody but me loved this skirt, it seems! There were literally piles of them on the sale.
Now, here in the UK, there is a bit of an unofficial sisterhood going on where all things Cath are concerned. The best icebreaker on the first day of a new job is if you clock a colleague's Cath Kidston bag and go, "Ah, Cath!" in a sly way. (The bags are cute, by the way - flowers, polkadots, that sort of thing. I may own a couple of those too. Ahem.) You will instantly have a new friend. This also happens on the bus, on the tube - and in a department store last Saturday, when I wore this outfit. Two ladies who were working in the furniture department had apparently spent a while trying to decide if this skirt was Cath - before one of them had to come up and ask me.
The only downside of Cath? Victor isn't exactly a fan. He doesn't hate it quite as much as he hates cats, but it comes close. We actually had to go to the Cath store today to get a sweater storage bag (they are amazing for keeping your clothes in - and the patterns are cute, as always). I found the item and went straight to the till to pay, so that he wouldn't have to spend too long in "floral, paisley hell" as he calls it. While he was waiting for me and sort of idly looking around, a sales assistant came up and asked him if he was okay. To which he replied, "I'm a man. In Cath Kidston. Do you think I'm okay?!" This was followed by the sort of manic cackle you would normally associate with Dracula. I just barely managed to apologise to the poor woman before I practically fell out the door laughing.
They actually have a bench outside, you know. A pretty red one. For all the bored husbands. He just chooses not to use it.