I am both attracted and repulsed by articles entitled ‘How to go straight from work to a party’. Topical at the moment if a) you’re working b) have party invitation/s. Neither apply to me, and even when they did, I don’t remember doing any of this:
But say I had the need. I’d do it like my newest roomie, Shreya, from London’s, grandmother.
Today I finally exit my bunk bed around 2pm, (yes, really got that routine thingy nailed), eyes stuck together by mild conjunctivitis, (maybe the pool’s not as clean as I thought, sleeping with air con all night, lack of fresh fruit and veg?).
But through the bleary stuck up eyes, lo, this apparition, a gorgeous women, preparing for a wedding party, instantly my eyes are wide open and unstuck, face all agog.
Shreya tells me that the sari she’s wearing is 100 years old and belonged to her Grandmother, an Indian doctor, who would wear it during her work day and then go straight on to a wedding or a party afterwords. She shows me some barely noticeable stains, from the chemicals used during surgery and to clean up after.
Now that’s what I call real style, both then and now. Who needs the Daily Telegraph telling us what and how to wear? Fishnet ankle socks? Really?
Lucky for Shreya though, that I have no work, no party, or I would have had that outfit off her back in a heartbeat.