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…
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.