Maggie, a style icon?

In a world where I’m force fed several things, amongst that, of course, are figures who do (already whether I agree with swallowing it all in or not) gladly qualify as style icons, here I am recalling the names I faithfully recall; Kate Moss, Alexa Chung, Lara Stone, or was it Natalia Vodianova. I fail to keep up sometimes. So it is only naturally and absolutely normal to black out when I’m hit by the striking question of whether Margret Thatcher could gladly qualify as one too.

As the first and only British female prime minister in the history of the world, it is, already, without a doubt, crystal clear that we are witnessing an iconic figure already. So the discussion here really is, whether a gigantic icon fits into a smaller, yet more questionable form of iconography. As in, was this prodigy and every female’s icon, every female’s style icon too, get the image?

Although not appreciated, stylewise, in her own time, that I can totally understand when, in the Golden 80’s (as I generally adore to call it) oversized tops, Stretch-Stirrup pants, miniskirts (that were often paired with leggings) and fingerless gloves were proudly nominated as trends, where does Maggie fit in?

Who can arguable deny, however, that a hint of Margret, allow me to be more honest, some form of prototype of her look has been around for some very several seasons now. That, unarguably, is the classic definition of a style icon.
Maggie played all the tips and tricks of style to the beat, with an underlying intention of femininity (that I strongly believe she supported) that she intelligently portrayed through a businesswoman’s wardrobe rather than a politician’s. Everything was purposefully paired together for that unmistakable ‘look’ of eloquence, power and precision, the three words that drive any fashion designer today.I didn’t personally know her handbag , never even knew of its existence until that Asprey sold for £25,000 at a charity auction at Christie's earlier this year. That Asprey now, and only now, is the cherry on top of a symbolic mood board for only god knows how long.
The day she resigned back in 1990, yes that day I was very aware of, well not really well aware of, being only 5 years old. I never did realize that day but never did forget ‘that red suit Margret Thatcher wore the day she left’ as my mother always refers to ‘that holy suit’ only days before her birthday. If only we could take a hint. Yes that suit I am well aware of.

So In a world where I’m force fed several things, I like to believe that Maggie was indeed a true, genuine, fashion Icon.