It is this time of the year again: the stripes are back. Beware: they are on the tube, at work, in the street… I am not talking about the discreet little stripes on a white shirt here, but of the thick, usually purple or green ones. My favorite is when they are on a pink shirt. They usually try to cover a fat, well-fed tummy, but with limited success…
What is even better is when, together with the shirt, the trousers have stripes too-not the same ones of course. The possibilities are endless. The jacket can have stripes as well, and the tie too -usually oblique ones to be fair. Some even decide to have a tie with dots to add a little bit of variety. Lovely touch. After careful observation, I have come to the conclusion that stripes give an ego boost to the guy who wears them. The more stripes, the better, and the smarter the guy will feel. It is a sort of trampoline. The more they have, the higher their confidence jumps.
What I am still struggling to comprehend is the choice of colors that some men like to wear. I have seen a green man. The trousers, the jacket, the tie, everything -with the mandatory stripes of course. Pink and purple are also very popular. There is nothing wrong with this, of course, except when it is with some light-blue trousers. In the run-up to Christmas, I was wondering whether there was a Christmas tree competition. Now I am starting to believe that color blindness is much more widespread this side of the channel.
That said, the beauty of this country is that, even with no make-up and wearing my husband’s socks, I feel great. No one seems to care and I find it liberating. When I was working in Paris, I once was so asleep that I put a brown tight on one leg and a black one on the other. You could barely see the difference but I was so ashamed that I rushed to the first supermarket to correct my mistake. I wouldn’t do it here. Nobody would have noticed anyway and if someone had, being French, for some funny reason, seems to mean that everything I do is stylish. I love it. I feel like I am a style icon here. Whatever I wear, I have some friends who are always telling me that I have a lot of style, even when I have my scruffy jeans on. I think that my friends are a bunch of very nice people!
As I am writing there is a group of teenage girls outside. They have mini-skirts and sleeveless jackets. Outside, in the cold, of course. Of course I could be shocked. But well, if it makes them happy, it can’t be that bad!
Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London