The irony of these sorts of outfits is that it is very reminiscent of what I wore every day during my college years for my school uniform, bar the tartan and awful teal colour. Over those five years it probably became ingrained in me that this is the sort of thing that I should wear, even though I loathed having to wear that uniform and relished having a “mufti day” each term. Thankfully the same can’t be said about the polo shirt and culotte style shorts I wore during my intermediate years…
For me, this is usually one of three combinations:
1. Blouse worn with skinny jeans and a cardigan or a blazer
2. A blouse worn with a skirt and a cardigan or a jumper thrown over top
3. A dress and a cardigan, with numerous necklaces layered around my neck.
I guess these all follow a similar vein and are not typically exciting in that there is no interesting layering going on, but it’s simple, and works for me. I’ve had very little luck in the past when trying to incorporate new style to my wardrobe, which only reinforces my feelings towards how I typically dress. I find trend-based pieces seldom mesh with my more basic and muted wardrobe, and have given up trying to follow them altogether (more or less to a larger extent at least).
It’s ironic that something as simple as getting dressed could become so complicated, although it probably only becomes that way because, or if, we let it.
Karen Walker dress and rings; Acne cardigan; Chloe heels; Topshop necklace worn as a bracelet
Wearing my Chloe heels for what feels like the first time in eons, has resulted in a discovery that perhaps my feet are no longer acclimatised to wearing such high heels in the way they once were. I guess this comes as no surprise; the other day I wandered into a shoe store, as I had spotted a pair of heels that bared a striking resemblance to these Charlotte Olympia pumps I had had my eye on. After trying them on I came to the conclusion that they were a) too high, and b) I could barely walk in them.
PS. had to throw in another one of Max – most of my early evening is filled with him either attacking my hands, or trying to shower my face with jumping cuddles.
Karen Walker dress, blazer, belt and rings; Pointer loafers; Triwa watch
If you didn’t manage to catch it on twitter the other week, the little black and brown tabby striped kitten pictured above is Max, who was the most loveliest of birthday surprises.