The mean girl of months, a 30-day emotional hangover, 50 shades of grey. Some things never change. We can all woefully prepare for the universal truth that January will always be a bit crap.
Combine that with another national lockdown to provide us with the rotting cherry on top of a consistently bleak period of the year? Resilience is flexing its muscles. Even for the ever-optimistic new year, new you-ers – tasks that could be executed with relative ease seem almost monumentally hard. Sleeping soundly without an anxious disruptive thought? Will never take you for granted, promise. Sending an email that is the length of this sentence? See Drafts. Honestly, I want to congratulate myself for managing to get to the end of this paragraph.
Though, to paraphrase the plethora of Instagram quotes doing the rounds, now is the time to lean into some radical self-soothing. Because it's normal to not feel totally normal right now; to feel confused, a bit lost, deflated. Detached from yourself, even. Fatigued at the mere thought of doing things you loved less than a month ago.
The remedy? As Joan Didion once said, style is character. A way of understanding the self. She was referring to writing, though you can apply it to pretty much anything, I think. OK, so what clothes you're wearing might be - understandably- low on the priority agenda. But let's not knock the temporary exuberance one gets when cocooned safely, snuggly, in a statement winter coat. Not necessarily of the practical-waterproof kind (though some do cater for that, too). But the ones that feel tactile, playful, luxuriously soft, with nuances of nostalgia.
Rather than merely covering up an outfit, it is the outfit. Uniquely desirable and, at the very least, a cloak of armour to help project an air of unwavering confidence. Pick your fighter: