Ankle boot season is here and this fills me with more joy than it probably should. I adore Autumn. The crisp, sunny mornings. Orange leaves. Hot chocolate. Coat weather. Being able to wear all my boots again. Wahoo!
Your eyes aren’t deceiving you. I am wearing socks covered in actual sequins. Yep, there are silver sequins ALL OVER my socks. All of my dreams have come true.
Now I don’t want to sound alarmed but I get married in 42 days and that’s not very far away now. Eeeeeeeeeeek.
The other morning, I pulled on the clothes I’d laid out the night before and was about to leave the house when I realised I’d dressed like a giant child.
You know that feeling when you spot a fugly shoe and feel instantly that they were made for you and that it’d be a crime not to get them. I had that with these sandals.
Breaking news: I am a thirty-year-old sequin and glitter obsessive.
Pleated midi skirts are my jam. They’re my thing. My wardrobe staple. My go to. I am obsessed. And I recently nabbed two more.
I’m a long-term glasses wearer. I picked up my first pair at some point during year 5 when I must have been around 10 years old. In my teens I went for gold-rimmed frames, channeling Harry Potter before he’d even become a thing.
A big family buffet obviously called for high-waisted jeans with a generous kick flare.