Tops, Splendid (from Shopbop) | jeans, J Brand Agnes (no longer available - the Maverick appears to be the closest at the moment) | cuff, from Elliot Rhodes (who also do amazing belts) | necklace, from Groovelines at Covent Garden Market
I've been kind of avoiding doing outfit posts recently, because I've mostly been turning to old faithful items of clothing, and that seems a little dull for an outfit post. But then it occurred to me (duh) that if that's what I'm wearing, then that's what I should be posting. Simples. I've never made any pretence that this is a high fashion only blog, so why start now?
However, I'm not actually showing you a full length shot today, thanks to a post-tomato-soup leg hug from my 22-month old half an hour before I set up my tripod for photos. The glamour of being a style blogger...
My hair is ridiculously long at the moment. I realised the other day that I haven't had it cut since November, which given that I'm normally an every six weeks kind of gal (I justify it by keeping it my natural colour - look at all that money I'm saving on colouring it!), is ridiculous. I have quite a sharp angled bob, and without regular taming it just turns into, well a bob. Which is not me at all. I quite like having the opportunity to wear a quiff again though. It's a look I used to sport a lot a decade (gulp) ago, and it's nice to revive it for a week or two while I wait for my hair appointment.
Back to the old faithful clothes. Possibly it's because I'm feeling a little wobblier than I would like (thank you Christmas food), possibly it's because I made a conscious decision to spend a lot of January with my boys rather than seeing clients every weekend (so I haven't been putting on my most stylish, most precious garb on such a regular basis), but whatever the reason, I find myself turning quite often at the moment to slightly older, comfortable wardrobe staples rather than some of my newer, more exciting clothes. Thanks to my capsule wardrobe obsessiveness (and knowing my colours and style. Sorry to bring it up, but it's true), wearing my less swanky clothes doesn't feel like a step down, style-wise. Yes, I'm not exactly rocking high fashion, but I still feel like me, don't feel like the resident frump and, most importanly, I'm post-tomato-soup-cuddle-proof.