Top – £4 – Primark, Skirt – Topshop – old as time, Jacket – Topshop – £52, Necklace – H&M – £9.99, Shoes c/o Barratts
Safe to say I am definitely my father’s daughter. I don’t get it half as much since he got the laser eye surgery (one day Stuart…one day) but there is no doubt that I have gone from twinkle in his eye to full human shape (kind of.)
The weather is bollocks and since the New Year has kicked in my outfits have been as exciting and varied as gravy stained dress (from all the cooking), gym clothes and pjs. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to doing the whole outfit post thing due to the my non-stop inner monologue- (“why am I cocking my head like my neck is broken?”, “who puts their hand on their hip?”, “why is my forehead still shiny?” and “can you see my foof?”) but having the boy take pictures and for the most part not make fun of me has helped. Wore this for a night in of films and chocolate elves with the boy. Finally saw the Artist which pretty much induced non-stop tears. I mean I knew it was going to be good but I didn’t expect to feel. Not in that way at least.