As I previously suspected, I think I may be heading down a road of no return.

And that road is paved with man-made fibres.

Not only have I been wearing – and receiving compliments upon – my Crimplene crush, but I now have another nylon newbie for my collection.

My thrift of the week – let alone the day – is this Trevira tunic top.

I found it, unloved and unwanted, tucked amongst a rack of seen-better-days Primark rejects in a local charity shop.

The tunic is an item of attire that has recently seen a reinvention in places such as White Stuff (which has a bit of a thing for retro florals too). But there the similarity ends. Their notion of a modern tunic top doesn’t really bear comparison with this baby.

It would certainly be true to say that they just don’t make ’em like this any more.

Although it is a perfect fit, I’m not sure when – or even whether – I shall be wearing my new purchase.

I am not living in San Francisco in 1967. Neither am I keen to emulate the style of Mildred Roper in an early episode of Man About The House. Nor does my social life resemble that of Margo Leadbetter in The Good Life.

Consequently, I am not certain that the correct occasion exists in my life to prompt the sporting of such a garment.

But my affection for artificial fibres continues unabated. It overrides such trivialities.

Perhaps I should just lounge about in it at home, appreciating its pattern.
I think my Trevira tunic is terrific.

In fact, it’s polyester perfection 🙂