Going to a festival in the middle of August should be hot right? Wrong! It was absolutely freezing yesterday and as you can imagine, I wasn’t exactly without my layers. In fact I had four in total but still I was cold.
I really hadn’t given much thought about what I was going to wear (clearly, it’s hardly ground-breaking) apart from my coat, but more about that later. However what I did know was that I didn’t want to look like I was trying to be a teenager again (I’ve got one of those for real). So any notion of cut-offs was abandoned (as I think it is fair to say – without being mean – it should have been by many others. Or at least they should have worn slightly longer ones. Too much bottom cheek on show is never a good look, whatever your age) in favour of jeans. I have had the Joules wellies for ages and given that the coat was so bright, I stuck to more denim and white. Neon accessories were my only nod to anything vaguely festival like really and many thanks to Emma from Marianna Boutique who very kindly (but very naughtily) sent this lovely ChloBo necklace to me after I wrote about Marianna a few days ago.
This just made me laugh (through chattering teeth). What a great name for a food stall.
Now I don’t often post pictures of food but this is exactly what was needed to warm me up. The most enormous tub of porridge with banana, nutella and granola – not my normal porridge toppings but they worked!
These were who we had really come to see. I have spent so many hours running to the Killers’ music that I actually know the words – as in properly know the words – which is rarity for me as usually I just make them up. Other than when it comes to 1D of course as I know their words too – but maybe that’s something I should keep to myself.
The one thing that I had given some thought to was the coat that I was going to wear. I’ve been after an excuse for a bright yellow jacket for a while now and V Festival seemed to give me the perfect opportunity. Not only that but we do spend most of our holidays in either Guernsey or Wales, both of which seem to have their own particular kind of horizontal rain which soaks you in seconds.
This was one contender, the Sea Folly jacket from Seasalt (£79.95)
…but I decided that the colour wasn’t quite bright enough and it also looked slightly short for me.
So there really was only one other option…
…the “iconic Women’s Raincoat” (that’s what they called it, not me!) from Petit Bateau (£132). Our son had one of these when he was 3 and it was always so sunny and bright that I loved it then, as I do now. For info, the website states that they take 6 days to arrive but I rang the London store who posted it to me from the post office next door and it arrived the very next day. Fab service!