You know how for all of about 3 seconds you get all excited that Winter is coming? Because you get all seduced by the thought of buying new boots and coats, and you remember that you can wear a hat instead of washing your hair and can stop shaving your legs for a few months? (I do actually wash just so you know, just realised how much of a slob that makes me sound!) Well, that was me momentarily last week. I saw some amazing sunsets on my way home from work, I watched the dog play in a pile of crunchy Autumn leaves and enjoyed the crisp air on a sunny September morning or two. Plus, did I mention buying boots? Winter is not so bad really, I thought. But I was wrong. Because shortly afterwards I started looking through my pics for my next outfit post and BAM!! I remembered: Winter sucks.
Just look how sunny it was when these were taken! It feels like yesterday (well, er, it was only a few weeks ago to be fair, but it feels an age ago now I’ve had a couple of days of solid, grey drizzle since then) when my sister and I snuck out of work for an illicit lunchtime beer when it was just too damn stuffy in the office. I remember thinking at the time that it felt like the wondrous warm spell we were experiencing at the time would never end. I might have even complained about being too sweaty and not being able to sleep at night. Feel pretty darn daft for thinking that now, don’t I ??
I also felt pretty darn daft for dressing up like a picnic blanket, but you know what? I make no apologies now. I’d been waiting so long for the right occasion to wear this Lindy Bop Audrey dress – which I’ve been told by more than one heathen of the male persuasion looks rather reminiscent of a picnic blanket – that my lovely bestie bought me for Christmas. Like, erm, a picnic maybe?? Anyhow, I’d been waiting so long in fact that I realised a whole 7 months had passed without it getting an airing, and that didn’t seem right at all. So despite my strange urge to wear it to a picnic, while sat on a picnic blanket, preferably in a poppy field or some other similarly toned flora, when a new pair of red sandals arrived I thought, sod it, Audrey needs to get worn. A picnic bench will just have to do! And yeah, I didn’t feel quite so kitsch and whimsical in an urban setting, but once I got over the slight awkwardness I felt pretty darn good. Good enough to stop for cocktails on the way home anyway, and that’s all that matters!