You’ve never seen a ballerina, until the two Chinese girls with the bowl cuts enter the dance studio. But it’s not their clichéd blunt cut bobs and uneven bangs that catch your eye. No. It’s the red turtleneck skivvy bunching up beneath their two-sizes-too-big, black leotards.
The proverbial bane of my childhood existence, these skivvies were a compulsory part of my daily uniform worn beneath (and paired with) every other possible item of clothing imaginable. I hated wearing them, detested the sight of them and I can tell you for a fact, that there is nothing more humiliating (or ungraceful) as a ballerina who is restrained by the discomfort of her inappropriate dancing attire. You move around a room for long enough, you get hot. Other ballerinas look pretty, and you DO NOT.
But not since the neck-choking capabilities of the red skivvy, nor my vague attempts at ‘mod style’ during my late teens, have I contemplated donning one again. That is, until now.
Not only has the plain black merino turtleneck and also of late, a light pink one, been welcome staples in my wardrobe (layered beneath summer or sleeveless dresses, or short sleeve tops), but these tormenters of my youth have become the necessary item that makes venturing out into the cold much more pleasant, if not, desirable.
Which brings me to this navy blue ‘Twistie’ sweater which has been superb for facing the treacherous weather conditions in Wellington, and immediately calls for the redundance of my beloved friend…the humble scarf. The mock turtleneck is not as overwhelming as a larger funnel-neck or chunky roll neck might be on my smaller frame. And what’s more, it has made this rose coloured jumpsuit, seemingly more functional.
May the red skivvy live forever in my memory, as the item of clothing I love to hate!
*This jumper is also also available in light blue.