The Joys of Sportsworld
Now this is only my second blog for TopStylista.com, so I’m sorry if I’m coming across as a bit of a sports fanatic, when quite frankly it’s just not the case. You see you’ve caught me at an unusual part of the year. Last time I wrote of running home from work ready for posing (hoping to pose, likely to hide in my towel) round the swimming pool on my skiing holiday and this next piece of news ties straight into both of those stories.
Above: Marc Jacobs Moon Boots
You see realistically a skiing holiday has few health benefits when you throw in the glorious après ski. I’m thinking mulled wine, litres of beer, peach schnapps and of course the endless cheese I will no doubt consume. And the reason you find me running is for my annual half marathon which has two functions, an attempt to banish the evidence of too much Christmas pud and also the chance to raise a small amount of cash for charity.
So I find myself being forced to replace my trainers or face a double knee transplant. I’ve grown quite attached to my trusty pink air max but it’s been too long and they have to make way for something, well, more sensible. Ugh. Why would I want to spend my hard earned cash on trainers when there are sooo many pretty shoes out there! You just can’t run in gold hi tops, I’ve tried! In fact I hate shopping for anything you might find in a sports shop. Even the most stylish of girls seem to struggle, I mean I work in a buying office but last time we did a charity run, I couldn’t breathe for pig tails and slouch socks.
So I find myself once again tied by my budget and therefore outside Sportsworld on Oxford Street. It’s at the cheap end, next to a crossroads which is quite possibly the dirtiest place in the UK, never mind the capital. It takes me almost a minute to get through the door past large groups of tourists and even larger groups of sale racks containing baby blue terry toweling hot pants. I go for it and plunge straight into the depths of the store, searching out the women’s department, knocking over a few pairs of Reeboks with my oversized handbag en route. Then like a beacon of light I see them; Moon Boots, in the sale! I’d just spent the entire weekend searching the vintage markets in Angel and browsing for the best deal on eBay for a pair of these beauties! See Uggs just won’t cut it any longer, let’s face it we’ve had the likes of Britters in these for years. Now Moon Boots, that’s where it’s at, even Marc Jacobs is fur lining them for us to use on the slopes these days! I brought two pairs, white for when it’s sunny and black for the evening, well they were £10 for god’s sake! Practically skipping to the cash desk I added a pink Karrimor backpack to my buy to pop my bag in so I can run home from the office and appear a little more feminine at least, £6! Of course I was left without a free hand to carry any trainers by this point and clearly there was no chance of me running anywhere with two huge pairs of Moon Boots in tow, but there were more important matters at hand here.
So I left Sportsworld having learnt two important fashion lessons, that you really can find fashion in the strangest places and that there is no excuse for bad style whatever the occasion. So take note you slouch sock wearing, sports style offenders and get yourselves into Sportsworld, after all if it’s good enough for MJ (well sort of), it’s good enough for me.
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