Under the weather

It's pissing down. Again. 

We are going through that peculiar time of the year when sartorially speaking it's impossible to get it right. The weather changes every two minutes and you're always either wearing too little or too much. Others are still stubbornly wearing shorts whereas others have already brought out the padded jackets. Though... those Italian tourists seem to wear those all year round when visiting my country.

I finally got to break in that lusciously lovely Banana Republic trench coat of mine. Only... it didn't look lovely on me at all. Trench coat is having a massive moment this season and they're everywhere. It's an absolute classic and looks good on everybody. Except me. It makes me look like a flasher. Or a hooker, with nothing underneath.

I don't get it. It's a phenomenon I'm all too familiar with though. I often see all these gorgeous outfits on the mannequins in shop windows but then, when I put them on they look...weird. I couldn't get my head around it until I realized that was exactly it. The head! Those mannequins don't have heads! I do! And somehow it spoils everything.

So, anyone need a  head? I could give one...