I don’t seem to have any smart clothing.
When it comes to my wardrobe,
I’m a little bit stuck in a rut. I have a handful of shirts and a couple of pairs
of jeans in almost constant rotation. I haven’t got to the point where
I wear the same outfit on the same day of each week, but it’s getting pretty
close.
The problem is I have very
little money. When I do buy anything new, I’m usually so pleased that I wear it
almost constantly; washing it every few days until all that remains is a faded
husk of its former glory.
The last time I had a large-scale
wardrobe rethink was when I was doing Dreamboats & Petticoats in the West
End (thud goes the namedrop). I was earning enough then to facilitate a little
frivolity. I didn’t buy anything crazy, like a gold lamé jacket
– but I did stock up on a couple of nice pairs of shoes and a few natty shirts.
(That's right: I did just say 'natty'.)
This was now over three years ago. My
last pair of footwear was a hand-me-down from my dad. These days, I can usually
be found lounging around my house in a couple of old bin bags I’ve hastily stapled
together.
As soon as I have the cash to spare,
I’ll splash out on a few new threads. Until then, I’ll be keeping to my current
strict clothing timetable.
Tomorrow is green-stripy-shirt day: hope you don't mind the spoiler.