Shirt, ASOS (sale)
Blazer, Primark (old)
Shoes, H&M (old)
Lips, Revlon Just Bitten Kissable Balm Stain in 'Smitten'
In the time I’ve spent away from the blog I’ve reached a major milestone in my life (humour me here)– I have found the black trousers of my increasingly-fevered-as-Scottish-medieval-literature-essays-pile-up dreams. These bebes are high of waist, insanely voluminous of thigh and narrow of ankle, and tick every box: they're a versatile classic, but still weird enough to resist any school uniform connotations.
I’ve been living in mismatched pantsuits of late, and not solely because I haven’t done any washing and am repeatedly forced to choose either a ludicrous outfit combo or nudity (but seriously, that is 94% the reason). This here is one of my favourites – drapey shapes, crazy patterns, EVERY COLOUR. I feel powerful and insane, which in most spheres would be a very dangerous combo but in fashion is a-ok! Also, I will admit to a little switcheroo on the shoe front when I wore this outfit out, but only because apparently Geordies loathe kitten heels and I’m deathly afraid of yet more Metro heckling. I’m sorry, dear lil turquoise kittens; one day, I’ll shout our love to the world. ONE DAY.