Arsenic and old lace
ALL OF A SUDDEN, AUTUMN ARRIVES, reuniting me with my cold-weather wardrobe. Dear, cosy, arsenic-green cardigan! Beloved Aran jacket! Tweed blazer, which I bought five years ago reasoning that everyone needs a tweed blazer and then found I had absolutely no reason to wear — this will be your year!
I’m sentimental about clothes. Dates slide out of my head, but ask me what I was wearing at a certain time, and all the particulars flood back. That means I am also superstitious about clothes: the dress that saw me through a depressing party is likely
