Wardrobe

The Absence of Light

I confess, toward the end of winter I did a little retail therapy at a merino wool sample sale. I bought this fantastic black jacket that is a bit more original Helen. A term I use to refer to me before my disability. If weather permits, I would live in black. It’s my favourite colour despite black not actually being a colour officially. It’s an absence of light. I’ll give you a moment to ponder this.

I have a good wardrobe of woollens these days as I can’t always put a jacket over warmer items and a full jumper just hikes up in all the wrong places. Or I can’t put my arms down as I resemble a penguin?

If in Melbourne, dress in layers. Can not give better advice.

I think it’s every five to eight years I add to my winter wardrobe, so I have more options but I’m already going to miss that jacket.

Dress Code

I’ve received an invite to an event, I did put my hand up to go, so it’s not like I’m special.

The event is at a place called ‘Government House’ without mentioning what the event was in aid of, the point is it sounds special and impressive, right.

Also, it has a dress code.

Now, I don’t know if any of you realise, but I do not have an exciting wardrobe these days. If unsure, No, I don’t.

The invite states

“Men: Lounge suit.

Women: Accordingly,”

Um? Do I get free reign? I’m taking it to mean I don’t need to wear a suit or dress, but I should dress appropriately.

Not like I’ve got my Hoochie-on or a like a slag. I don’t know where ‘Hoochie’ came from but, a slag is rather 80’s term for a woman with loose morals.