Circa 1993, I am skint.
I want money to go out with my friends, I want money to buy sweets, I want money for clothes….ahhhh, clothes of my very own, not clothes that my mum has chosen and bought, but my own clothes, bought with my own money.
My money, my choices.
After handing in my non-existent CV to so many shops, I eventually get a job interview with River Island in town. My mum says “what are you going to wear for the interview, how about a nice blouse”.
Omg, that word, blouse, gave me shivers back then. I’m 16, I don’t want to wear a blouse, blouses are for old ladies. But she made me, told me it would get me the job, and she was right, worked there for next three years, enjoying all the 30% staff discounts, and spending most of my earnings there!!!
Boy bands then came along, checked shirts then came along, goodbye blouses, I’m too young for that!
Flash forward, I’m 41, too old for clothes I want to wear, so I try and dress for my age…and what’s one of my favourite things to wear? Blouses. Yep, I’m the ‘old lady’ my 16 year old self was petrified of becoming.
But they just fit. They fit into the category of ‘too cold for T-shirt’s and too warm for jumpers’. Although I say that, and yet every single year around this time, I think to myself ‘what the hell did I wear this time last year’, and rush out and panic buy. Then summer comes all too soon and so do the T-shirt’s and off the shoulder tops, and the spring blouses become obsolete.
Oh well, for the next couple of months, enjoy these blouses, my mum would be proud.
Here’s our favourite blouses in the shops at the moment…..
Until next time…. Mia & Abi x