I have long been admiring the jumpsuit fad from the sidelines of the fashion universe until one fine day browsing through an online shopping site, I found one that called out my name and I ordered it pronto before I changed my mind. My mind, as you might have guessed by now has fickle as its middle name.
Knowing it was Shein, I ordered a XXL, else I would have to hack bits and pieces off myself in order to get into the jumpsuit. It arrived, I tried it on, it was suitably loose enough to be comfortable and then came the very important technical question. What if nature calls, and stridently at that? What then? I have watched the episode of Crashing where Lulu has a rather disastrous situation with a onesie and this jumpsuit as a consequence, of that fearful episode, lay neglected in the wardrobe for a while. Last night, going out for birthday dinner, had pulled on old jeans and camo jacket when my mom in law said, wear something new, it’s your birthday. This came to mind. I would be gone but a few hours, I told myself, the restaurant was a stone’s throw from home. And, most important, I would steer clear of liquids.
So here I am, jumpsuit from Shein India, Obi belt from Lulu & Sky, Shell top from I forget where, I’ve had it forever and ever and a couple of more evers, old faithful Hidesign embossed flower pattern bag and espadrilles from Clarks.
My husband took this picture of me standing on the very top of Jodhpur Fort. We were with our son Anand on our very first proper holiday (all arranged and financed by him) –staying at fancy hotels and being squired around in a plush private car. If I look a little smug, it is because I guess I was. There is something amazing about seeing your children grow up and do so well that they want to thank their parents by taking them on a deluxe tour of Rajasthan, with no expense spared. I’m 60 and with the white hair to prove it. I love being old in India where I get respect, admiration and half price on the train. And I chose this outfit to celebrate it all. The jeans, a gift from my daughter, are Curve Appeal. (Super tight but possible because of the magic of lycra). The t-shirt (also from Cathleen) is a Workshop label. The sweater is a Dehradun special with no label anyone would recognise. The look comes from a combination of the gorgeous Michael Kors sunglasses that my sister gave me, and the knee-high Cole Haan boots you can’t see. The confidence I get from stomping around in them.
(Jo Chopra McGowan is the Executive Director of the Latika Roy Foundation).
At L’Affaire Godrej The Trees yesterday, in a Global Desi shirt dress. Yes, it is a size bigger, I prefer to wear something a little looser than my size so I can grow into it. Seriously though, it just feels more comfortable in the humidity of Mumbai to allow for enough air circulation. Paired this with an oxidised silver knot neckpiece, a structured taupe Da Milano bag and my good old brown suede Catwalk clogs that don’t really go with this, but are sky high and darned comfortable, despite the high heel. No pockets with this one. Damn.
A quick trip for me is generally hell to pack for, because of the multiple events and situations one finds oneself in, and the need to carry cabin baggage rather than half the contents of one’s wardrobe. So here’s what I do. For a four to five day trip, three pairs of trousers, indigo, brown, black. One formal pair (Black in this case). Three basic t shirts. One black camisole or lacy vest. One bright pop of colour, the red in this case. One a striped one. And the third a basic plain black. Add a basic black sweater with double sided buttons (simple on one side and shiny Swarovskis when reversed) so you can dress up or down as required. One casual T Strap sandals. One pair of formal black pumps or strappy satin sandals for an unexpected invite out to dinner. That’s it. Keeping the colours neutral lets everything you pack go with every other item in your baggage, with no stress, and you can change combinations to create a completely different look each time. And of course, a couple of really funky neckpieces that can completely elevate a look without adding to the baggage.
What is winter worth its sliding mercury without one getting the chance of bringing out the boots? In Mumbai, wearing boots is honestly more of an act of bravery than self preservation against the elements given how hot and humid it is for most parts of the year, but a few days in December and January can have you bundle up a bit without people looking at you like you need to count your marbles for the few missing.
This is what I find most easy and comfy with these boots. Skinny fit light washed jeans from Only, a Cubus striped round neck full sleeved Tshirt, with my all time favourite grey suede jacket that I wear everywhere and with everything. And yes, a pair of nice small sunglasses that don’t overpower your face with this.