So, like the entire nation, I have no money. Not a scheckle. I have some natty receipts from various bike punctures, car services, doctor appointments, NTL bills, phonebills, replacement bin bags (the glamour!), cotton ear-buds, dry-cleaning (the decadence!), emergency umbrella purchases and a sneaky 6 Chicken Mc Nuggets here and there. But not an iota of spending power to expand and develop my winter wardrobe. A much maligned and depleted winter wardrobe. I’m using a pair of Penny’s biker boots from 2 years ago (thank God they’re back in fashion), with a broken sole (that adds to the biker authenticity) (I think). I have a battered leather jacket, donated to me through a friend (AOIFE THAT’S YOU!) from about 4 years ago. And that’s the height of it. But I just had to siphon off some money to buy something. Anything. Just the one item. Just one Cornetto. So what do I buy? A racy little dress for the Christmas party season (non-existent for me – my Boss long reneged on office parties, waaaaaay before the Recession)? A pair of glittery Miu Miu knock-offs (in that rain)? A fabulous Gossip Girl-style Fedora hat (in that wind)? NOPE.
I gots me a gnarly, wooly jumper. A geansaí if you will. It’s flouro pink and black, looks like I knitted it back in Home Economics in 2nd year, and ain’t the most flattering in shape. But by God, it’s warm. And when you’re counting the sheckles, practicality has to come first.
