Large-brimmed hat, huge Céline sunnies, sipping on a mint cocktail in a highly decorated riad – this is the life! My tiny, highly deluded mind may be in Marrakech, body draped head to toe in expensive linen, but alas I write this from my sunlounger in Fuerteventura. In pursuit of some Easter sun, this is our second visit to the Canary Islands at this time of year. There’s a kids’ club, night-time entertainment, pizza and ice cream on tap. Go off the beaten track with two young kids? Been there, done that, barely lived to tell the tale.
“Often found at the end of the sale, I add a couple of semi-expensive, highly reduced pieces to my summer wardrobe each season with the intention of keeping them for well over a decade”
There’s sun, there’s sea, there’s sand and that, my friends, can only mean one thing: summer clothes! Yes, finally. Finally, I get to pull out the tangled mass of summer frippery I’ve spent years amassing from the back of my wardrobe. Often found at the end of the sale, I add a couple of semi-expensive, highly reduced pieces to my summer wardrobe each season with the intention of keeping them for well over a decade. This season’s updates include a basket bag, large Perspex earrings, a stripy sundress, light tan sandals (I’ve been wearing black for years), colour-pop sunglasses, a white frilly blouse to chuck on over a bikini and an embroidered jacket. Way more than a couple of additions, I know.
I’ve decided it doesn’t matter where I ‘holiday’ this year, it’s how I’m dressed that counts, and if I’m dressed like one of Yves Saint Laurent’s houseguests in 1970s Morocco, that’s enough for me. Pass the chips. Oh, and pass the ketchup. Mine’s half a lager.