Eureka! It has finally hit me! I can now attribute my love of layers and general 'much-ness' to wanting to wear all the things I buy. It's a terrible trait I know and for the new season, everything must decrease and unfold. I used to say that I layer because it's essential in the climate of good ol' Blighty but thats only partially true. No, the confession comes out. I'm not selective enough with my clothes and love them all like the darlings that they are. I call it being a messy style nomad - going everywhere, seeing too much, shopping anywhere, wearing everything. Each time I return from Paris, the city does force me to do a self-style assessment but more so after fashion week when the chic and preened take over the rues and boulevards. But as ever, the assessment is short lived since I end up thinking 'But I want to wear what I want to wear' and if that involves the layers, the over-ness of it all then so be it. I hold up my hands and say that I do what I do, I like what I like and it's high time that any self-doubt is banished. Other people may deride, laugh and criticise but from now, more than ever, I shall have to hold my head up high and say 'Yes, this is me - layers, strangeness, everything and all.'
