Let's go disco

It's no secret that I love a little bit of retro dressing.  So when a friend said she was inviting us over and the dress code was seventies inspired my brain has been whirring away over the " What to wear" conundrum. 

This isn't meant to be fancy dress. I'm thinking less Elton John and more Bianca Jagger circa 1972.

But what do you know it seems that I needn't have put so much thought into this because Grazia have done all the hard work for me. The looks in the seventies article in last weeks magazine was all I needed to  ahem... copy. 

The vital ingredients are flares, naturellement , a silk / cheesecloth top a pair of platforms  ( so far, so obvious) and the best bit.... a chubby faux fur jacket. I would love an excuse to wear one of these having bought two Whistles faux fur coats and returned them both on the basis that I didn't think I'd ever have the right occasion to wear such a gorgeous (but let's face it) stand out piece.

Was this also the excuse I needed to purchase a pair of flares that I've been wanting for ages. 

I love these from Frame Denim 

but I know the MIH Marrakesh seem to fit me well. 

I could pair with a silk shirt for a bit of evening glamour like this one that everyone is saying is such good quality from Uniqlo.

 Susie at Susie So So has recommended this one and I'm tempted to give it a try (sorry Susie the link would just not work) 

 or the ones on my Christmas list from Equipment.(Equipment Blaize silk shirt)   Did you notice how I just ever so casually slipped in the seasonal festival reference there? Say after me. I will not panic 

It would also give me THE best opportunity to wear a faux fur chubby jacket.  My well documented love for The Whistles One  that I was salivating over in Lilac or even better Navy, and is now sold out, would probably have been a bit too "coat" than jacket, rendering it incapable of also being a "chubby". I am sobbing inwardly as I write that. 

But this little furry number really fit the description. As seen in Grazia this week. 

I could also dig out my Topshop shaggy Mongolian faux fur that I got in the dregs of the sale two years ago. Worn once so far on account of the sounds of not so muffled laughter emitting from my children whenever I've attempted to casually throw it on in the past. 

I'm sure I've got some platforms stashed away somewhere. 

I'm off to have a dressing up session and will report back with evidence if it all looks vaguely ( by which I mean ever so slightly in the dimmed light after a couple glasses of Blue Nun)  like I could pass for an aging (or is that fading) seventies icon. 

This is me from last night before I made a dash for the door. 

I'm wearing MiH Marrakesh jeans in Midnight(new from My Wardrobe.com  and if I say so myself they do have some leg lengthening appeal) Joie cheesecloth top (bought in Nordstrom whilst on holiday) Mongolian faux fur jacket Topshop (2012) grey trilby Topshop and some high wedges bought ten (yes ten) years ago from Nine West. 

I wasn't kidding about the Blue Nun by the way.