Grumpy Old Woman

I've reached an age when I get an almost perverse amount of pleasure from getting annoyed by trivialities. You'll often find me scrutinising the seams of dresses in Marks & Spencer and tutting over the shoddy way they've been made, harrumphing about the outrageous price of new stuff in shops and my favourite pastime, buying a newspaper every weekend only to screw it up and chuck it in the recycling bin in utter disgust hours later.

Its usually The Measure that causes the most outrage, a feature in The Guardian highlighting the current style hits and misses. This week trainers and American Tan tights are hot and huge, doughnut shaped topknots are a massive no-no.

As someone who, pre-hip replacement, suffered the indignity of orthopaedic footwear & built-up shoes for years, the day I go out in a pair of sports shoes will be the day I end up in an institution. As for American Tan tights, over my cold, dead body.

There's nothing like being told something is "out" to make me crave it all the more. Since Saturday I've been sporting a bastard massive topknot on a near-daily basis. Buns rock. They are perfect for lazy girls like me who, at a push, wash their hair a couple of times a week, can't be arsed doing their roots and can't be bothered with battling the hairbrush when the car boot sale starts at
stupid o'clock on a Sunday morning.

Label from today's dress
Yes, Guardian fashion team, you stay "hot" in your trainers and granny tights, I'll do my own unfashionable thing, ta very much.

Wearing 1970s vintage evening dress (Courtesy of Valerie), fake Litas (off the market), chandelier earrings (Colaba Causeway, Mumbai)
If you fancy being as "out" as me you'll find my doughnut bun tutorial HERE.
See you soon!