This may be one of those purchases I will regret for the rest of my life.
This may be one of those purchases that never makes it out of my closet.
But...I just had to do it. Call it yearning for nostalgia, call it a 70's moment.
I just had to have these purple paisley palazzo pants.
My daughter and I spent this rainy Sunday afternoon shopping.
River Island is always the first stop and I groan every time.
It is not a store for me...it says 'young girl' on every rack,
something which I am not.
I was just about to nip out of the store and tell her to text me
when she was done....when I spotted the pants. Instant love.
I thought...what harm could it do just to try them on? I have time to kill.
I grabbed the purple blouse next to it and headed for the changing room.
Hair up, dangling earrings and I was ready
for a martini to come gliding past the dressing room curtain.
I texted my daughter, "come quick, tell my what you think".
I stepped outside of the curtain and before I could blink,
'MOM! No! Where would you wear those pants?' she said.
She looked genuinely worried that I would be recognised as her mother.
The answer was easy, I said, "Cocktails...on an island, a remote island.
Where nobody knows my name."
She shook her head with that 'crazy woman' look in her eyes.
She agreed that the blouse worked and that was all.
She then carried on with her shopping and I carried on to the
checkout counter. In my bag went...one purple paisley palazzo pants
and one purple blouse. They may not make it to an exotic island
but there is no harm in pretending around the house.
I can hear the jingle of that cocktail shaker already.
"Shaken not stirred, please"
images via River Island