Not dressed up ’cos nowhere to go...

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London Fashion week has been and gone.

I just thought I’d let you know. I’m sure you are gutted you missed it.

It is a very important week in the fashion calendar, where we invite A-Z list celebrities to sit in huge coats and huge sunglasses in freezing warehouses “darn sarth” watching minuscule children walk up and down a catwalk with barely anything on and claim it to be art.

Now don’t get me wrong, I love my fashion, it is a girl’s greatest indulgence.

It’s just recently I have started to become disillusioned by the whole affair. I have fallen out of love with Mr Fashion.

Who’s it all for? That’s the question I want to ask.

When I drag myself from my pit in the very early morning as my child screams for breakfast, the last thing on my very small mind is what are the Fashionsitas wearing these days.

What I do think is what are we doing today? Is it toddler group?

If so it’s jogging pants and trainers. Is it museums?

If so jeans and a comfy pair of walking shoes.

Is it the park? Wellies and a big overcoat.

You get the picture. I have a wardrobe teaming with fantastic clothes, I just don’t go anywhere to wear them.

If I don’t want vomit, dribble or food down it then I don’t wear it. I am Cinderella without the ball and come to think of it he’s not Prince Charming either. Well certainly not with the money he comes with.

I had the rare old joy of being in town this Saturday.

Yes I was taken for lunch, with my child of course, so no such thing of dressing up or actually sitting still for longer than four minutes or drawing pictures on the napkins.

But I am not complaining, at least I was out of the one-mile radius of my house and into the big wide world. It felt odd.

However there I was wandering through town with a child on my shoulders when I started to notice the women.

There was a lot of dressing up going on.

White trouser suits, tuxedos, hats, feather boas. What happened to jeans, boots and a jacket. Has the whole world gone fashion mad?

There is something a bit sad when all we see for miles are mini rock stars in the vein of Kate Moss.

Bring back a bit of individuality and you’ll have me back in your arms Mr Fashion.