So I wore what I thought I should wear. Some non-skinny jeans that didn’t fit me well. Boring jumpers. I got quite frumpy, just trying to blend in. I really felt I’d lost my style and I didn’t know how to get it back.
Around the time I was going through this slump, I came to London for an event and had some time to wander down Oxford Street. I saw Topshop and thought, ‘I’ve got to go in there and see what’s new.’ But then, on the threshold, I just got this really bad feeling. A voice in my head said, ‘What on Earth am I doing? I don’t even like these clothes!’
I went out and kept walking until I found myself outside of John Lewis. The penny dropped, and I thought, ‘I’m comfortable with myself, I know my style, I know what I like, and I don’t have to shop somewhere just because that’s what I see on Instagram. I’m me, and I like who I am.’
It was a small epiphany: that I deserved to shop somewhere I felt welcome and catered to, as opposed to trying to keep up with trends.
Now, aged 60, I know what I like and I wear it, but in a different way – if I wear skinny jeans, they’re a quality pair that fits me really well. A lovely crisp white shirt. I love a tailored blazer worn with jeans, or a floral dress with a leather biker jacket over it. Slim tailored trousers and a great knit.