No sneakers allowed.
It’s finally getting warmer and one is ready to ditch the turtlenecks. Although this might be the calm before the storm – literally, April is usually the rainiest month – I’m going to enjoy it while I can.
The look for the day ended up being very 70’s style. I wore a leather jacket with a flowery print button up shirt, my leather bucket bag, black flared trousers, and my new pointy pumps.
Try saying this post tittle three times fast.
I’m Achilles and these are my heels. I have a weakness for shoes and sales season is my second biggest enabler next to my mom.
I love makeup. Like, hoarder style. My collection is way too big for just me and I love it that way.
…but I love sleep even more. So here’s a 5 min makeup routine with less than 10 products. Ready? Let’s go:
Here I am again with another high-waisted skirt. They’re flattering – really elongate the body. The outfit was all in neutral tones, an unintentional match for the clouded, windy day.
Very windy.
I’m not one to visit shopping centers while travelling. Most brands are international, and the products and lines are the same everywhere. However, being my second time around in London, I felt I had enough time to complete the check list of must go-to places and do a little shopping.
Went to brunch at a place specifically chosen because they serve bloody marys (Dear Breakfast, on Rua das Gaivotas, in Lisbon, you’re doing it right), in red plaid and a torero-style jacket. I paired the high-waisted midi skirt with a tucked in plain red button-up shirt, and a black cropped knit jumper over top.
I do a lot of my procrastination browsing Farfetch. I justify it by telling myself that I’m looking for some things that are missing from my wardrobe: a wide brim black hat. Some knee-high socks. I desperately need a replacement for my worn-out black overcoat.
So after a lot of searching I got none of that and bought another pair of boots instead.
A list of very specific tips based on my last experience so that you learn from my mistakes.
This travel log wouldn’t be complete without a report of where we noshed and self-indulged, would it?
While in London we managed to check out two temporary exhibitions that, wouldn’t you know, were fashion related (I swore to my boyfriend it wasn’t on purpose).