See, not a wedge trainers in sight, although the boyfriend jeans seem to be getting a bit of a battering. I fear it’s because they are a relaxed fit, which translates to roomy, which translates to comfortable, which translates to me being to eat more toblerone. Fantastic!
Spring has finally sprung here. Yesterday when we went out of the front door it was just like stepping off a plane in Benidorm, or somewhere equally exotic. It was a little windy and it rained for the rest of the day but hey, it was definitely warmer. Yipppee. It was the same today too. Two days in a row must mean that spring is here to stay.
It was so warm, I wore a short sleeved top yesterday – probably the first time since last September. This is a plain top from Hobbs NW3, which I bought in the sale last summer. It’s slightly larger than I would normally have but I didn’t want it to be too fitted. As with most simple pieces, it’s really versatile in that I can wear it with jeans, under a smart blazer, with a pencil skirt, with a long sleeved striped top layered underneath or worn over a maxi dress. Here I wore it with Gap boyfriend jeans, All Saints shoes and H&M coral necklace, to brighten it up.
This is a closer shot of my “rocker” belt from Topshop. I had my eye on a Jigsaw one at the time but it was nearly £100 so I went to Topshop for a less expensive alternative. In truth it probably wasn’t quite as nice as the Jigsaw one but it’s such a long time ago now that I can’t remember what the Jigsaw one was like, which I guess is one benefit of the passage of time!
Being a lazy whatsit, I wore the same jeans and shoes today but layered a couple of lighterweight jumpers under this cape, which I bought in the Zara sale at the end of last summer for £10. It hasn’t been warm enough to wear until now but (as I keep on saying) today it was. What a great disguiser it is of all things that need disguising! I’m a bit of a fan of a polo neck and it has separate sleeves, which I like.
Later on in the day I swapped the shoes for eye wateringly bright trainers when I took the youngest out on her bike – minus stabilisers but which she can’t yet ride on her own. Not that my back kills me or anything now.
The trainers were then swapped for wellies when we went in the garden to plant flowers. We now have about 500 000 poppies growing in 1 square cm of soil and when they were watered, they needed mouth to mouth and a life raft.
Along with two of her friends, I am taking the eldest to see One Direction on Wednesday. I’ve decided that the least cool thing ever is to sing along only to the cover versions they do, in this case “One way or another” and “Teenage kicks” because all that does is show your age.
No, the only thing to do is to either sing along to nothing, or everything. This means either a) listening to One Direction songs non-stop for the next two days, because it will take me that long to learn their deep and meaningful lyrics or b) standing there mutely.
I have a c) up my sleeve, which is to go and chuck my biggest Bridget Jones knickers at them instead.