Let’s all pretend you can’t see the selfie stick, shall we? Ok, good.
For about as long as they’ve existed, I’ve secretly wanted my own fashion blog.
At first, I assumed I couldn’t have one because I looked all wrong. Because you can only put pictures of yourself on the internet if you’re tall and your hair doesn’t all stick up at odd angles.
And then, I couldn’t have one because it was a bit silly really. Grown up women who want to be Charity CEOs shouldn’t be interested in fashion. I needed to write about serious things like politics and the environment.
And then, well, I got trapped in a shitty relationship where my boyfriend basically told me that every idea I had was a stupid one. Oh, and I believed him. So that’s two years of my life I won’t get back.
And then I got all hot and bothered about personal branding. I couldn’t possibly talk about clothes AND mental health AND crafts AND feminism. I needed to find my niche, this is important.
Ha. Now I’ve decided that my personal brand is talking about what the hell I like (and yes I’m sorry if you’re that friend who gets to hear about unicorn horn butt plugs).
And finally, I couldn’t do it because I don’t have a good camera, or an uncluttered space with good light in which to take photos. Basically, I didn’t want to do it if it was going to look like crap.
Well, you know what? Whenever we start something new it’s going to look like crap. Seriously, you should see my first few attempts at a granny square.But if we only did things we were already good at, we wouldn’t do anything at all.
But if we only did things we were already good at, we wouldn’t do anything at all.
So welcome to my first crap outfit post. I hope you enjoyed it.
OH YEAH. Clothes.
The jeans. I bought these at GAP in Cheltenham sometime around Christmas 2015. I know this because I remember Danee was sending me twitter messages trying to get me in the festive spirit, and I was reading them while waiting to pay.
The t-shirt. I love long shapeless t-shirts. This one is from H&M. It might still be in the shop, because I bought it this year. I actually went in for gym shorts, but I couldn’t resist this colour.
The jacket. Originally from Primark, I picked this up in a charity shop in the weird little onion celebrating town I grew up in.
The necklace. The owl was once on an earring, one of a pair bought for me by a boy in a market somewhere in rural Warwickshire. I lost one of the earrings but I liked the owl (much more than the boy in fact), so I bought some chain from this amazing shop, and made it into a necklace.
The Earrings. I bought these from Exclusive Roots in Oxford. I wear them approximately 92% of the time that I’m not sleeping.