Today has, so far, been one of those days. I thought I was getting up, jumping in the shower, going to get my hair cut and then slobbing around the house (i.e. the dream). However, post hair cut I was picked up by my Ma and dragged out to run errands. Looking like a mental person.
Headscarf - thrifted; Sunnies - ASOS; Stole - Joules; Coat - UO (when I was fifteen!); Top - thrifted; Skirt - UO; Shoes - Russell and Bromley; Bag and Shearling Hobo Gloves - UO;
The saviour of the day is undoubtedly my ASOS sunnies, which take the look from slightly weird, bad clothes to a boho, 'I don't conform to conventional dress codes' type thing. A bit Helena Bonham Carter, but wearing matching shoes. Also because they mask the fact that I'm not wearing a scrap of makeup, I haven't moisturised, and I cannot remember the last time my eyebrows faced their nemesis - the tweezers. So go sunnies!
I am such an Urban Outfitters whore. It's pretty disgraceful.