


In true British fashion, I thought I’d take advantage of the re-emergence of a couple of rays of sun and dress entirely weather inappropriately. Needless to say, I drowned myself in a coat soon after this.
More of the infallible, cannot-take-them-off Wren trousers and my Modcloth namesake waistcoat/ vest that I intend to wear over and under everything [enter additional prepositions as necessary]. In the same vein, prising these suede, discreetly cloggish boots off my feet is a task I secretly wish to fail everytime – an obsession to rival the Litas methinks.
Froufrouu waistcoat/ vest: c/o Modcloth
Cropped shirt: ebay
Trousers: Wren
Boots: Urban Outfitters
Faux fur bobble hat: c/o Modcloth
Without wanting to sound trite, a truckload of thank yous to everyone who takes the time to visit and comment on this blog. All the adjectives I can muster seem to fall short.
– Nadia