Metamorphosis

One of my absolute favourite things in life is the IDEA of new clothes. Every single time I prepare to buy new clothes I believe I’m going to perform some metamorphosis and from the change, an entirely new creature will fly free. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes of a being that has been purged of its - - I don’t know how to carry on this metaphor so I’m just gonna stop.

Note: This is exactly how I look like in my head and no-one can convince me I look otherwise.

Today I found the most beautiful jacket I have ever seen on eBay. This comes at a time in my life when money is tighter than the faces of the Desperate Housewives. Whenever I see some kind of beauteous item of clothi—no, I’m gonna just go ahead and call it ‘art’ -- I get ready to change my entire style radically. I imagine scenarioes of sheer excellence. I will turn heads as I walk enigmatically down the street and women will swoon as I shoot them a cheeky wink. I will be marvellous.

Unfortunately when I do gain the funds to buy new clothes, it’ll be a £9 pair of jeans and another new black jumper. But, hey. Black worked for Edith Piaf, right?