No sneakers allowed.
Stop the freaking press, I’m wearing jogging pants.
Have I changed the way I dress? Nop, I was trekking through plants.
In comfortable slacks, but like I vowed: sneakers were still not allowed.
I’ll stop the rhymes and wait for the applause.
(I’m the cheesiest b*tch there ever was…)
Just another winter Sunday. We went to Dear Breakfast again, and I would tell you that I’m always excited to go there because the food is great, which it is, but I would be lying. I’m excited ’cause of Mary. They serve Bloody Mary’s with brunch.
Anyway, it was an excuse to bust out these boho, non-office appropriate over-the-knee boots.
If you didn’t know the song, now you know, your life is better now. And if you know what youtuber I’m referencing with that last sentence, give yourself a cookie. Go on. Blame the calories on me.
Given the tag line of this blog, it’s ironic that the first picture of this post is a display of sneakers. But these are so original and colourful that they made it. Still not for me, still sneakers, but I reckon they’re cute.
Chunky knits can be a safe default choice. They’re warm. They’re comfy. They’ll fit you even after gaining those 2 extra pounds during the holidays. They’re forgiving and won’t make your belly look any more obvious.
But they can also make you look frumpy and like you’re not even trying.
Polka dots are one of those things that never go out of fashion. I have a knitted cropped top from Zara that’s been worn to death because it’s one of my favourites to wear with high-waisted bottoms. The good thing about a black and white print is that you can pair it with the loudest colour in you closet, if you want. I chose my bright orange pleated shorts.
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.
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 knew what it looked like when I got it. The friend I was shopping with also knew what it looked like because she told me. Did I listen? Nope. The fabric had a great feel. The relaxed fit was confortable and flattering. I can make it work, I said to myself, no one will notice. You dumb b*tch.