The very depth of fashion

Yesterday I had a little time to myself and went into town to see what's in fashion. (Because whatever is in fashion, it surely isn't me. For the last three years I seem to have been either being pregnant or breast feeding: not situations where you tend to worry about being the in-thing.)

When shopping for clothes in Germany I have started to wonder if something is truly stylish and, indeed, whether I can be objective about this anymore. Is it the fact that...

a) My head has been turned by a world where mullets for the gent and leather trousers for the lady are more common than is strictly necessary...

b) I am too close to a significant birthday for my brain to be able to comprehend 'contemporary' and for my frame to flatter it...

c) Due to globalisation, clothing is more or less the same wherever you go - and so I'd be facing such sartorial dilemmas whether in Germany or England...

Or d) all of the above?

Using our new vocab

On the one hand it has not been a particularly remarkable day. It rained a lot and so we stayed inside a lot. However, April and I both did some good chatting.

A nice man came to fix the water heater. We nattered about what was wrong with the heater and what he needed to do to repair it. We briefly exchanged information about our respective kids (gender and age). As we did all of this in German I am feeling quite chuffed with myself.

In the afternoon April went up to Alexander, gave him a hug and told him she loves him. As they say here: 'süß' (sweet)