I’ll admit, I’m a Summer gal. Give me frilly dresses, big hats, basket bags, and I’m in my element. Cold weather dressing can get boring when you’re wearing the same combo of jeans, jumpers, and a big coat day in day out. And when the temperatures drop so low that you’re layering thermals under your trousers, and need 5 layers of tops to stay warm, well fashion just flies right out the window.
I think I’m getting old.
Exhibit A) The sneaky crow’s feet making an appearance around the corners of my eyes.
Exhibit B) The fact that I have started calling my boyfriend “my partner”.
Exhibit C) I can’t remember the last time I stepped foot inside a club. Or was in bed later than 1 o’clock, come to think of it.
But mainly, exhibit D) The fact that my hemlines have been slowly slinking lower and lower till my usual mini skirts have come to feel somewhat indecent by comparison.
So I really was going to write a super intelligent thought provoking piece on ‘relationships in your 20s’ or ‘what to do when you feel like you’re failing’ or something of that ilk, but because a) I have an irrational problem with blog posts where the pictures don’t match the text, and b) I kinda just want to go on about pretty things, this post is going down a slightly different path (99% of it will probably be along the lines of OMG THESE EARRINGS, warning you now).
No matter how broke the Christmas period may leave me, I can’t resist the January sales. It doesn’t help that I work on Regent Street, so am constantly being enticed by the ‘further reductions!’ and ‘70% off’ signs in the shop windows on my morning commute. However being a bit (okay, a lot) lazy (and not wanting to lose a limb in the crush for bargains at Zara), I prefer to do my sale shopping from the comfort of my bed, all onesied up while scoffing down my leftover Christmas chocolate.
When it comes to trends, I’m interested but not always committed. Growing up I remember being so excited when the Vogue trend reports were published for the upcoming season – I’d spend ages poring over all the catwalk images deciding which trends I liked and which ones weren’t going to make the cut. But as I’ve gotten older and more settled into my style I’m lazier about adopting trends, preferring to stick to tried and tested favourites.
Of course every now and then my favourites become trendy, and I accidentally end up on trend regardless. The seventies thing has been milling around for several seasons now, from big hats and flares to the current, more rock n roll reincarnation, and I can’t get enough.