Apparently, to quote a not unpopular series of books/TV show, Winter Is Coming: the UK is going to be deluged with persistent snow and icy winds the like of which haven’t been seen for 60 years. Yet, despite the pressing need to stay toasty, my hair continues to get progressively shorter and more pixie-like.
What can I say? I’m a rebel and well served for hats. I have invested in a chunky sweater though, as very few of my frocks are warm enough to last a day in the shop without multiple additional layers.
Being a child of the 70s, I never thought I’d plump for a brown one but I found myself strangely drawn to this autumnal combo of shades.
I regret that I can’t remember the name of the person I bought this adorbs brooch from at the Renegade Craftfair a couple of weekends ago. She had some ace stuff and this little fox only cost me four quid. My friend, Sara, (aka Little Miss Plump), and I did find ourselves wondering why the alternative craft scene is entirely dominated by small woodland animals of late, not that we had a problem with it.
Get used to not seeing my waist or legs for a while, tumblr. Winter dictates it’s all about the accessories.
…and darker lippy of course.
I’m heading orf to the countryside this evening for my friend Karen’s 50th. I expect there’ll be a fair bit of eating, drinking, making merry and trawling charity shops as per usual. Which reminds me, I can’t wait to share my latest chazza find: a fab crepe 80s-tastic geometric frock, that’s begging to be accessorised with the biggest pair of earrings I can find…