|Blazer: Lindex, Dress: Esprit, hand-me-down, Scarf: from Taiwan, Belt: Next, Shoes: M&S|
It's such an inherently girly thing that it's almost embarrassing, but I love swapping clothes with friends. But maybe things that fit you perfectly in a friend's bedroom will suddenly fit awkwardly after you've taken them home. And then there's the diplomatic balancing act of discreetly donating your gifts (I'm getting better at this), assuring your friend that you love everything you've been given, and exorcising any lingering guilt from your mind. But then, there are the garments that just work. The ones you end up loving twice as hard because someone you love has loved them before you.
Sometime last year, I inherited this dress from a friend in Norway. I'd just been forced to throw out my old, ill-fitting olive dress, so this dress was an unexpected pleasure. When I pair it up with all my leopard accessories, it makes me feel a little bit 1950's casual glam - like something Bettie Paige would wear after work, hehe. The sort-of dropwaist and low pleating make me feel a little self-conscious, but I still like it a lot.
My dear friend's bosoms are what you would call plentiful, and there have been times when I have pillowed my head on her big soft breasts and cried my heart out - that's what friends are for, right? That makes for a slightly awkward-fitting hand-me-down dress, though. I thought I'd fixed the problem with a safety-pin, but after a day of encountering a lot of helpful men, I looked down into my cleavage and realised that no, that safety-pin wasn't doing nearly enough. Whoops!
The sudden heat didn't last long - "THIS IS LONDON!!", after all (said in my best King Leonidas voice), so of course I am back in tights and a jacket. The jacket is a gift from another close friend back in the land of fjords, and it's nice to wear gifts from several people at once. You are literally clothed in their love - oh geez I just typed that but I'm going to leave it there, because it's kind of true, you know? Every time I wear something I've been given by a friend, it's like I'm wearing a special talisman. Even if that talisman comes in the shape of a dress that doesn't leave enough to the imagination.
Okay, enough of the soppiness - if you need me, I'll be digging out my sewing machine to close up this rather unfortunate cleavage. Because there's a limit to how many doors I need opened for me, thank you very much.