The terms ‘white collar’ and ‘blue collar’ used to confuse me. Why do so many businessmen wear blue shirts? Why do blue collared plumbers earn as much as (if not more than) white collared pencil-pushers? Only in Australia, of course. When I was a young lass, my dream man (and that of my girlfriends) would be a hunk who wears a blue shirt with sleeves rolled up past his well-developed biceps, wears cream chinos, and frequents the beach, with his pet Labrador. Although I never met this man, I did discover the allure of the blue shirt. When I was considering a match for this burgundy leather pencil skirt, I knew that only a blue shirt would do. Ravaging my closet until every collar was turned, my misery almost ended in the worst possible FWP (First World Problem) – owning so many clothes yet having nothing to wear, when gratefully, hubby’s wardrobe came to the rescue. Herringbone 2-ply cotton? It will have to do.



Wear: Hubby’s Herringbone Shirt / DIY necklace / Edenborough Evans Ring  / Vintage Earrings, Skirt & Bag / Tom Gunn Selby shoes (last seen here)

Where: Conference Room at Mansion Hotel & Spa at Werribee Park

It may not be the most tailored shirt I’ve ever sported, but the luxurious fibres of a mens’ shirt is mesmerizingly comforting. No wonder stylish women of the past and present borrowed from the boys both on film and in reality. Who can forget Audrey Hepburn in a crisp number in Breakfast at Tiffany’s, or Uma Thurman busting her moves in a white shirt, cufflinks and all, or Emmanuelle Alt, in her uniform shirt and skinnies, looking the epitome of Parisian nonchalance. So next time you’re out of wardrobe options, for example, when you’re away on holidays or in this instance, on a weekend getaway at Mansion Hotel & Spa at Werribee Park, remember that your man’s stash is also your sartorial playground.