Today, after finishing a nice, easy little shift at Topshop, I purchased my last two uniform pieces from the new season, at, I must say, a very, very generous price...
One of my purchases was a tailored waterfall jacket, a lovely, crisp white-ish/very pale pink colour, which I thought I'd swoop in there as soon as pos and purchase before any grubby fake tan hands could spoil all the available size tens.
And this - (the grubbiness of hands), is the problem with pale coloured jackets. I didn't really put much thought into it when I bought the jacket, it was more of a sudden, 'love at first sight' kinda' impulse. But then it dawned on me that I would HAVE to keep it as clean as possible for it to remain looking good, avoiding all who receive pleasure out of invading people's personal spaces.
So if you see me walking with my arms painfully close to my sides and I'm wearing the jacket, you'll know exactly why.
And so my wonderful love affair with the white jacket commences...
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