Posts Tagged ‘st ives’
Cath Kidston reminds me of being a little girl, I once begged my mom to decorate my bedroom with everything rose buds. I had a rose bud bed cover, rose bud curtains and cushions. Even my barbies had little rose bud dresses.
Maybe it’s this nostalgia that draws me to all things Cath Kidston or maybe it’s just that it’s so cute. Classic prints like ‘Spray Flowers’ has that kind of timeless appeal that captures girls of 5 through to ladies of 95. While newer prints such as ‘Strawberry’ has me wanting to redesign my kitchen just to accommodate a rather large Strawberry print blind.
On a recent holiday to St Ives, I must have visited their Cath Kidston shop 4 times in one week. I planned to treat myself to something but it was impossible to decide what. I want my house to look like this shop, it’s so wonderful.
The New summer range of clothes is of course just as gorgeous as the homeware. I’m lusting after this linen dress and ‘Bath Flowers’ Cotton shirt.
There is one week each year that all my fashion sense goes out of the window. When embarking on a family holiday in this country heels are replaced with plimsoles and my normally obediant hair overtaken by something not disimilar to an 80’s Diana Ross do. Humidity is not my friend.
Yet I something inside me yerns to not care about whether I should be this season’s pastels or that I need that Mulberry bag. A week in Cornwall is my outlet. A combination of a particularly badly packed suitcase and some dull drizzly weather for the first few days leaves me wondering what the hell I was doing. Yet as the sun emerged by Monday afternoon I slipped with ease into dressing like I didn’t give a damn. Mismatching shorts and vests, sundresses I wouldn’t normally even admit I own and my battered old gladiators…well, got a lot more battered. I’m not sure I could give up fashion for good, but how refreshing to realise how happy you can be in clothes you worn for 3 days running.
We all got caught short though when on Wednesday morning as St Ives’ mediterranean looking sky and burning sun went out like a light along the coastline as an eery thick sea mist enveloped us all like a blanket. Goosebumps all round.