I know nothing about photography, baking, art, music, la haute couture, writing or being interesting. But apparently blogging is fun so now I begin in earnest. Ready Steady Let's Get Started GO
Bag: mum's cupboard
Boots: Clarks, belonging to my mum
knee-high socks: Pringle, TK Maxx
Tights: mum found them, they're probably ancient
Dress: M&S, a Christmas present
Belt: sister's, getting quite bashed up now
Cardi: mum's, part of her uniform
Boots: Clarks, mum's boot collection
These beautiful Victorianesque button boots don't get worn enough by either my mum or me, and despite the high heel, they're actually quite comfortable. Perhaps I am simply just getting more and more accustomed to heels, but I don't think I'll ever feel as home in them as some. Anything that physically moulds me to an uncomfortable shape or position repels me slightly.
I am noticing that I'm wearing less and less of my own clothes now. Our whole family's got man shoulders so we can pretty much share wardrobes, and dressing like a granny even if you're a young spring chicken is more and more 'in' nowadays.
While I do love the colour, and opaque tights in general, I will be on the lookout for ones just like those, as they're too short for me. They're probably very old, from China, and just aren't very elastic, unfortunately.