Cat on a Hot Tin Roof

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Dude, I really want to be cool enough to work a breton stripe, cropped orange trousers and leopard print sandals. Could someone just make that happen for me? Wicked!

Two Tone

As I recall I was a little bit scathing about the Breton stripe last year.

I suggested that I was over it. That it was passé. Summer dressing by numbers with little imagination.

But I would like to come grovelling back. Because really, what could be more perfect, more wearable for a spring or summer's day?

I might be helped to this opinion by the fact that my Gap Breton stripe is starting to show the less attractive signs of being well loved and the thought of being without fills me with utter dread.

Plus I am out of Islington now. Spiritual home to the Breton, trench, jean and sandal. So it hopefully won't feel quite so overplayed here.

But even if it is, I will just have to shake my head and say well, it's obviously going to be popular because it is just so wonderful.

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Earn Your Stripes

Talking of the delectable Brigitte, is it scandalous to suggest that I might be kind of over the Breton stripe?



I know I am no one to talk as I was wearing my own just yesterday.



But that Breton stripe with cigerette pants, ballet flats and a trench just seems so utterly, utterly tired right now.



It is like elegant grown up dressing by numbers and I am unspeakably bored by it.



Even as I do it myself. But I spot the legions of other women working it and I have to say it makes me cringe ever so slightly.



Is it still style if really it is just theft and there are so many other tea leaves out there showing off the benefits of their thievery?

God, the French must be fuming that we rosbifs have soiled their insouciance. Probably not, they are probably too damn insouciant. [Shrug shoulders, curl lip, inhale cigarette.]

The Long and The Short of It

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You have to wear the Breton stripe tee and a trouser. That flat fronted trouser, or the white jean. And the fugly fugly necklace with fluro and dangle. That is my favourite outfit of yours and if I were a boy working in an outward bound shop with as questionable name (the shop not the boy, I don't kow his name) I reckon that would be a go-er for me.

Talking of a Breton stripe...I'm not keen on all the tinkering that's going on with them at the moment. Cropped...or long and with a tight bit on the hips (what is that, it's not a top, it's not a dress, it's just a long tshirt with a tight bit on the hips and I defy anyone to look good in one) or vests or one shouldered things...and so on and so forth...bleaugh. It's a classic. I don't like classics being tinkered with. I ahve put myslef in a bad mood now just thinming about it. Man! I hate that. I'll look at my hooves and read the Daily Mail online for a bit an calm down.