Maggie Alderson - Style Notes

1 month ago | maggiealderson.substack.com | Maggie Alderson

Thank you. Very helpful. I used a bit of yours and added a bit of my own thoughts. It's like giving a burglar the right to sneak in to your house, take your precious things, and run off without consequences. Your only right would be to notice that Great Aunt Anna's engagement ring had gone, and then go through a pile of admin to retain your rights to Anna's Ring.

Oct 28, 2023 | maggiealderson.substack.com | Maggie Alderson

Where were we? Oh yes, I’ve had Covid, which is really not the greatest fun, but I have been constantly grateful this last week, while I’ve been simultaneously shivering like a frozen leaf and sweating like a boiled sausage, that I wasn’t in intensive care on a respirator. However, it was worth catching that spikey green protein because I’m sure I picked it up last Thursday, which I spent careering from one side of London to the other going to fashion exhibitions.

Oct 10, 2023 | maggiealderson.substack.com | Maggie Alderson

This is the window of my favourite clothes shop, from the inside. Where I mostly see it from. I’m in there quite a bit… I know I wrote about my favourite clothes shop quite recently, but this is my other favourite clothes shop – and the amazing thing is it’s about five minutes walk from the first one I wrote about. And like that establishment, I could stroll to The Wardrobe from my house with my eyes closed.

Oct 8, 2023 | maggiealderson.substack.com | Maggie Alderson

I need to go to Paris. I know we all need to go to Paris all the time, that is a just a fact, but there is a specific reason I need to go now. I have to buy some shoes - and just doesn’t seem to be possible in the UK anymore. Shoes here seem to have divided into two categories: £900 or absolute crap. And I genuinely need some fresh winter shoes. All the ones I have – the few pairs that are both comfortable and chic – are tired looking. I don’t have wild ambitions.

Oct 6, 2023 | maggiealderson.substack.com | Maggie Alderson

I’m wearing spotty tights. Dotty, spotty, polka dotty sheer tights. The likes of which haven’t been on my legs since about 1985 – and I’m loving it. They make me feel light-hearted and fancy free. They’re silly and fun and doin’ no harm to none. And I particularly like that they are paired with my most funky Nike-does-Memphis-furniture Post Modern trainers, rather than the suede low-vamp, cone-heel, wannbe Maud Frizon pumps I wore them with last time.