I have been thinking about my attitude to clothes. I suspect it goes back to WW2 when here in The Uk we had clothes coupons (very few) and not many clothes in the shops.
As a result I collect clothes! My wardrobes are full even though I have sent bags of stuff to local charity shops.
A psychologist would have a field-day with me, I reckon. (Even cupboards are full of groceries)From 1939-1945 we had an evacuee from London and we are still in touch. She thinks of me as a foster sister, and shares my love of clothes.
It seems London has gone the way of all cities: grunge dressing.
However, as several people here have pointed out , life is more casual these days and I have to admit wearing "uniform" takes the stress (and the fun) out of wondering what to wear!
Usually I dress in "sombre" colours as I love black and white but as I've mentioned in another rant of mine, my husband gets fed up of always seeing me in these two colours.
Thank you for the good wishes, Ladies, You have been very kind.