Wrapped in Grey
Sometimes those grey London skies can be more inspiring than you think.
I’m not normally one for head-to-toe colour of any sort – even my beloved black I should add – always opting to break it up with something or other to save from looking too severe, in your face or generally mad. While my mum still likes to encourage the ‘get a nice bag to match the shoes’ strategy, I like to think I’m not so into twinsets these days. But with so many different shades of grey (round of applause for not saying fifty) currently residing in (and around) my closet, this tonal concoction has quickly become my matchy matchy go-to.
General consensus used to be that grey was a cold colour, strictly reserved for describing horrible weather, Dickensian street scenes and bleak circumstances. Thankfully, everyone seems to have come round to seeing this neutral as a warm hue, both on our walls and in our wardrobes. And even more literally so when it’s in the softest cashmere and wool that makes bitter London days bearable. I’m afraid I don’t have any grey boots or grey bags so I couldn’t quite go the whole hog, but if I did, I just might have.