I’m in a floral state of mind. Try as I might, I can’t shake the petals off my clothes.
Do florals have their own gravitational pull? In a shop I seem to gravitate towards 50’s flower adorned dresses, bursts of flowers in bloom, leggings budding with roses and giant tulip skirts.
It’s becoming a problem. I even seem to be attracted to changing rooms with flora printed walls and bedspreads with pretty printed paterns.
I’ve been scaring The Boy by wearing head to toe flowers in clashing patterns, or throwing a breton stripe over a flowery trouser, like a sunny swapshop child. I’d like to say the onset of wetter weather will drown the addiction, but I know this not to be true. My wardrobe is set to bursting with floral prints and I don’t plan on stopping.
I shall be taking my flowers into autumn with a woollen caramel trench. I refuse to let autumn be all about shearling, grey and black. And even the classic allure of camel is going to get tiresome, so I suggest belting a structured jacket over a flimsy floral, or chucking a beige cape on over petal-covered shorts and tights. I will lead the winter roses revolution, taking inspiration from the A/W 10 Catwalks.