A Carnaby Street Romance
Written by: Irene Calvi
Dear Velvet Jumpsuit,
We met in a window shop on Carnaby Street during the weekend that my parents were visiting.
You were black with just the right amount of sparkles in you that would have commanded the room and made me feel at ease all at once. But I didn’t trust the mannequin’s size, so I had to try you on and see how you felt.
Minutes later, there I was, looking at me and you together in the mirror and falling in love. For the first time in my life, I fit in a size S… but that wasn’t even the best part. The most magical thing of all happened when I stood outside of the dressing room… you also made my dad fall in love with you. Not my mum (that would have been too easy, she’s the one always hyping me up), but my dad’s face lit up the moment I came out of the dressing room. He told me I was radiant and beautiful, one of the best compliments I have ever received from him. He ended up gifting you to me as an early birthday present, and that made you so much more valuable than your price tag.
The next thing I knew, you were with me on New Year’s Eve. I’m not in London anymore, and I’m shy thinking the sparkle may be too much, but every time I look at us together in a mirror we are so perfect together. You’re fit like a pantsuit and make me feel like a star. I couldn’t have asked for a better companion for special occasions.
You’re still hanging in my closet among my everyday clothes but I’ll take you out again for a special occasion (when I know a glass of Prosecco and good company is involved).