I haven't come to any firm conclusions about classics but I have realised that what are universally claimed to be classics, and what are classics in my wardrobe, are two very different beasts. I cheerfully admit to wearing most of their classics in the working week but on the weekend and in whatever down time I can snatch, classics are very different. Observe:
They say a red cream lipstick
I say a stain like Bobbi Brown's Blackcurrent, Clinique's Black Honey or Covergirl's Diva, all of which I wear frequently.
They say a little black dress
I say a vintage silk print dress and brooches
They say sober mid heel pumps
I say peep toes
They say ankle boots
I say riding boots that finish at the middle of my kneecaps
They say plain black tights
I saw woolly tights with patterns
They say pencil skirts
I say A-line dresses and a cardie
They say diamond studs
I say antique earrings
They say a plain sensible bag in brown or navy
I say a carpet bag
They say a trench
I say give me my Old Navy parka
They say a long sleeved white shirt
I say a hippy blouse or tunic
They say nude underwear
I say a silk slip
They say bootleg jeans in a dark rinse
I say battered jeans in a size too big.
They say bookclub, theatre, yoga
I saw two cats, a pot of tea and Philip Larkin.
They say milk paint and blonde woods
I say this is my new lace tablecloth.