The weather has taken a severe turn for the worst. I blame my
flatmate – she came back from a long holiday and clearly something she did has
unbalanced the karmic universe’s thermostat.
Although I must admit my Dr Martins have been out all
summer, I tried my very best today to squeeze an extra pair of socks inside
them (cream Topshop ones with fluorescent parrots embroidered on). This however
did little to shift the chill that has followed me around for a good few days
and seems near unshakeable - The days where I look forward to getting on the
tube to warm up, rush hour or no rush hour, are fast approaching. The
anticipation of getting out of the cold will soon strongly overrule my dislike
of people staring at my face-dots or holey tights.
My wardrobe however is excited. Very excited. Because with
the cold comes LAYERS. And my love for layering knows no bounds. My fur coat is
itching to escape from its confines…
I am definitely an advocate for the man shirt. I pulled one out from the back of the pile for the first time the other day and put
it on – full sleeves and all. It felt great. Not only baggy but with a short-sleeved
jumper over the top? Heaven.
Excited to spend some time at home and with my ponies and soak up the last few days of luke-warm sun before sleet and the new academic term hits us in the face.
... London Fashion Week post to follow.
Excited to spend some time at home and with my ponies and soak up the last few days of luke-warm sun before sleet and the new academic term hits us in the face.
... London Fashion Week post to follow.
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| Tee - Uniqlo Hoodie - Reebok Jods - Harry Hall |
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