A bright green heron print kimono. Was clearly having a sassy five minutes when I ordered that one. Not sure who I think I am, but pretty sure I’m not someone who can pull off a bright green heron print kimono.
Do you ever open your internet shopping and wonder what was I thinking? It wasn’t even a post-wine purchase. Ordered in the cold light of day after seeing it online. That’s the problem with Instagram isn’t it? Lots of kimono-wearing Californian beach babes in their denim shorts and tank tops eating watermelon.
I don’t live in Malibu, I live in Kent. Not that I think they are a beach only situation. Have seen other people wearing them in London with skinny jeans, which is more the look I had in mind. But it’s not for me. For the record, I look absolutely ridiculous in a kimono. Ridiculous. Like an oriental wizzard.
Left it hanging on the wardrobe for a while because it made me laugh every time I looked at it. And I quite like funny clothes. Stuff that is a bit random, or OTT, that you just love. Went through a phase of wearing vintage Pat Butcher-style coatigans. You know the ones? Really 80s, mohair with plastic beads and fringing all over them. My husband hated them, which was part of the appeal. Am also quite partial to an ugly shoe.
Though it makes me laugh from the safety of the wardrobe, I think wearing it would actually make me feel self-conscious. And if you’re going to wear a kimono on the school run you’ve at least got to back yourself. Believe in your own fabulousness. Still kinda love it. But it’s packed up, ready to return. Instagram can keep that one.
Til next time,