I was recently thrilled to be invited to a birthday disco party.
35 children running around and dancing. Birthday Tea.
Pretty lively stuff! Oh, what to wear?
Peacocks jeans, Woolovers grey cashmere merino cardi, Clarks dependable bendables. Grey, grey, grey. That's what I wore.
And a short-sleeved jersey leoprint top from M&S. I was so thankful I wore that short sleeved top. The cardi got ripped off within 5 minutes - discos are hot!
And to finish off my greyness, the Zara leoprint came too!
Now, here's the thing. I wear grey, a lot, jeans and cardi mostly.
My blogger friend Anna from muttonyearsstyleandi has had a bit of a cardimance going on with a grey cardi these past few months and so have I. It's OK, don't fret dear readers, we're not romancing the same cardi. Yes, ours are both edge to edge cardis, both grey, but to prove that we are not in love with the same cardi, hers has pockets and mine doesn't. Subtle but convincing evidence that we are not in one of those difficult knitwear menage a trois thingeys.
Anna is sensitive to the needs of hers, doing things like sending her grey cardi on a spa week. Mine has had no such pampering, no let-up, it's pretty much been on my back several days a week, every week. It's on the line as I type, but it'll probably be draping me again tomorrow. I've been insensitive to its need to have a few weeks estrangement, though I'm starting to come round to maybe giving it a winter break in the darkness of my wardrobe, just hangin', chillin'.
So I ask you, my dears, are you experiencing a cardimance? And is it grey?