One thing leads to another

Whilst cutting the elastic off of the side of the sheet I started to admire what was unravelling before my scissors – the frilly white ruffle elastic. I fondled it and stretched it, then got myself in front of the mirror and started playing around with the scraps.

Introducing my new head bands worn 3-ways

Great White Sheet

Here's the thing, I was in a dilemma, “was” being the operative word. We booked a holiday to Morocco a few weeks ago and of course the first thing that springs to mind is - wardrobe! And what exactly do I own that checks the following boxes; smart and conservative, appropriate for a Muslim country, summery, casual and most importantly fit for a million degrees in the peak of desert summer.

I get stuck into my tub of high summer hoard and hit upon a stack of short shorts, playsuits and a few pairs of extremely loud beach trousers – but these items didn’t cut it. I was doubtful and grimaced over the thought of “what have got myself into?”. What I considered necessary as Moroccan attire was a pair of non fussy cotton white drawstrings or white harem trousers to team with my kaftans to look the part.

Capital D - Don’t have. But what I do have is a mind that works overtime, a creative thought process, and a big fat promise that I can’t deny. The idea sparked whilst shoving clean folded linen in to my over-stocked draws. “I will make the cotton trousers out of this not needed, rarely used Great White Sheet!”

So there you have it – solved and now VERY excited to venture to Morocco in my NEW white trousers.

The promise

I made a promise two months ago during a domestic budget session with my darling accountant husband. “How are you going to reduce this monthly allocation to wardrobe Babe?” Firstly I sighed (insert sad face here) then with a flash of irrational thought, I blurted “Take it out completely!”

I have a chock-a- block wardrobe, you know the scenario – the hangers budge merely a millimetre with the desperate push of force to try and squeeze the freshly pressed laundry back in its hanging place.

The tall boy (certainly not tall enough) is full to capacity, every single draw. Most draws are stored with items that haven’t been peeled from the floral lining since its first outing. Please write to me if you ARE NOT a person whose underwear draw explodes on opening. Bras and knickers for every occasion possible jack-in-the-box out of that draw and form a mountain. The minute you pick what you want to wear it turns to Mount Vesuvius, bras and knickers spilling like lava down the mountain.

I am guilty of an overpopulated underwear draw. Actually, I am guilty of an over populated wardrobe collection full stop. I have my winter heavy’s stored in my BFF’s basement in Connecticut, my formalwear worn once (or never worn and waiting to be) at Mum and Dad’s in Australia and here in London I have an array of lovelies for all occasions that deserve to be worn with pride even if they are a season or three or ten old.

I absolutely have enough to last a year – or so I’m hoping. So join me on this journey of a self diagnosed shopaholic for a year without a purchase– so help me god!

Nao x