|no YOU hate having your picture taken! Also, feel free to enjoy the 'secret' mess, clearly visible in the mirror, which i didn't notice earlier, hahaaa|
|close-up of claw brooch. boyfriend is obviously fully disgusted by it but IIIII DON'T CARE.|
The last couple of days have been full of cocktails and mulled wine and expensive ice skating and theatre-going. HOW AM I GOING TO READJUST TO BEING A STUDENT?? Genuinely scared to check my bank balance right now. Also the horrible January rain has already had its wicked way with my brogues, sob (as you can see in the above photos. Allow my face, I was a jug of sangria and a massive box of curried Bockwurst down).
|need De La Renta and Rodarte old lady blouses mmmmm|
Also, the tweedy-floral-love I'm having at the moment makes me really want to rewatch The Edge of Love. Such good welly-wearing! Fuck ya, festival chic.
|all true poets know how to work the sweater vest|