First impressions: the prêt à porter (re)collection


coat-hanger_m-300x215The black lace skirt with flesh tinted lining, a pale yellow silk blouse, one richly floral Chinese dress and a pair of black suede heels.

These represent a handful of perfect pieces that hold memories, some momentary others momentous but all marvelous.

Thoughts of the lace skirt’s first sortie make me smile every time my fingertips touch it on the rail. One balmy evening in Rome, a gentle stroll through a traditional Piazza prompted a fit of giggles from my companion: why? All these ancient Italian men sitting around the square, they think you’re naked under that lace.” I looked around and indeed, this elegant number had caused quite a stir – and a shocked one at that … as making an impression goes, for better or worse mine was made in that moment.

My gorgeous palest yellow silk blouse was bought specifically for a launch party. On the appointed day, it came with me to work carefully folded into a bag but – alas! – it was retrieved at the much later appointed hour creased beyond reproach. With no time to lose, I rushed for help to one of my local, regular restaurants where the staff ironing board and iron were immediately assembled and lo! the blouse pressed into perfect service for me. I sipped very happily the welcome glass of chilled sparkles provided to temper the wait.

What of the richly floral Chinese dress? This was purchased in my long-ago PR heyday for an architecture-related launch, the party for which I had festooned with tiny red and deep pink roses. I received many complements that night, for the well fitting frock was flattering. The night became charmed however when towards the end of the night I observed a certain Starchitect on his way out. Entering the revolving door he caught my eye and leave he did not: he came right back round again to present me in most magnetic manner with the rose from his lapel. I remain a devoted fan of the dress; he’s still pretty hot, too.

The ultimate joy of my wardrobe however, was the now demised black suede heels that came with optional gold kid-leather ankle straps. These fabulously expensive shoes did everything a girl could want and more; I walked in them and on air almost every day for nearly three years. Arriving at a summer dinner party one evening I strolled outside and spotted the not yet acquainted BB. Making certain to perch silkily within his sight I confess: I did That Thing. I crossed my legs in slow and sensuous fashion watching as his eyes alighted upon my gold encircled ankles. Right there in that garden dear reader, romance burst into bloom.

But … some good things have to come to an end and these Cinderella slippers very nearly fell apart. I couldn’t bear to see them go and took them to my cobbler for one last fix. “Sometimes, love,” he said sadly, “you just have to say goodbye.” And he put them in the bin. Happily their legacy remains with BB by my side and along with our romance my shoe collection grows.

These vignettes have reminded me that what one wears on any day at any hour speaks for how you are perceived or understood in that moment. Had you worn something else, the events triggered by those perceptions might – just might – have turned out differently.

What will you wear tomorrow?

© Giovanna Forte 2015

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About fortewinks

A secretary at 19 and self employed at 26, Giovanna has become a British healthcare entrepreneur. She is also a bon vivant and mother of two clever and accomplished daughters. Youngest-of-All is a talented Patisserie Chef living and working in Melbourne Australia (if you are there, visit All Are Welcome in Northcote). FirstBorn is a, adventuresse, published author and documentary journalist, living wherever her mood or investigations require, just rarely in the UK.
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