Stealing from Grandma

The last week or so we have seen a ray of sunshine in London. Being sun deprived folk, this small change has lead to a flurry of sloppily applied fan tan legs emerging with dusty gladiators sitting triumphantly on the end of each; we even saw a girl in a cotton playsuit and Raybans pounding the pavement at midnight! The trouble is that it is still actually April, and we still live in the UK. Whilst we have a hint of yellow light by day, the wind is still chilly and temperatures drop at night: enter the spring jacket.

Shorter and lighter than its winter counterpart, the Spring jacket allows us to feel that we are sartorially morphing in to summer, whilst also ensuring that we don't catch hypothermia. My jacket of choice is the little Aquascutum number above, just the ticket for a slight rise in temperature. I 'acquired' this delightful piece from my gran; it was a familiar sight on her back for many years in that time drew many a compliment from myself. She eventually, very kindly, offered it to me, and so a coat used to fields and country paths was thrust in to the cities streets and underground. Some may not agree, but I feel that it perfectly transcends from a Gran's wardrobe in to a Granddaughter's, and knowing its history makes it even more enjoyable to wear.