Really love how this outfit represents a golden, carefree summer. It screams comfortable and casual but without the stigma that attaches itself to almost every casual comfortable outfits as it proves that anyone can wear an outfit that's casual and comfortable while still being fashionable.
Bloomin 'eck, I said 'casual' and 'comfortable' a lot didn't I?! That's 8 times and counting....
This is currently what my body is craving with every inch and fibre of its being. I'm freezing my ass of right now and it seems that I've got it convinced in my head that if I was just wearing this outfit, all would be right in the world. I mean, what happened to the sun?! The weather seems to have jumped into a time travel capsule and transported the whole of London back to the wet, cold and gloomy month of December all in a moment's notice.
Isn't it strange how black, as boring and dull a colour it is seems to be the source of comfort of security in terms of clothing?
Funnily enough, as much as I'm complaining about this horrendous weather, winter seems to be my favourite season of all. I love how pretty much anyone can look stylish and on trend in the cold whilst consequently hiding a multitude of sins in the form countless pies,sweets,meats and what have you that we all unashamedly inhaled like there was no tomorrow during the Christmas period; I mean anyone would've easily mistaken me for some sort of bear preparing itself for hibernation purely based on the amount of food I managed to chow down in the space of a week. We all manage to hide our rapid weight gain during the winter with minimal effort until the weather decides to warm up and expose us for the hopeless frauds that we are who promised to stick to our diets during Christmas or at least stick to our resolutions to which we silently yet hopefully chanted in our heads on New Year's eve, "10th time's the charm".
One of the main reasons I dislike Summer is how it manages to quietly separate and highlight the uninspired and lazy couch potatoes such as me from the masses whilst shaming us at the same time for our lack of dedication and motivation to stick to our resolutions for the new year by giving up before even trying and again, convincing ourselves that next year WILL be different; an area in which we seem to have unexpectedly transformed into experts through our years of practice.
Also, what would the British talk/moan about if the weather was all fine and dandy? Not politics thats for sure.
I'm one of those strange people who wear black in the summer and the rest of the colour spectrum in the winter. I guess I find or maybe believe that it's more acceptable to wear black while the sun is shining rather than when the skies are grey. Now, I know it sounds strange but if you look at it from a balance perspective, doesn't it make perfect sense? It's more important to wear colour when the weather reflects otherwise because it lifts up not only your mood but every other person that you come across on the day however, in the summer, you can comfortably wear black from head to toe and still manage to not fall into a deep depressive state as your day progresses. So there is your answer Caroline!(a.k.a the older sister.)
Side note: I've been thinking about going back to blogging for the best part of a year and honest to God I can't for the life of me figure out what is stopping me from doing this. I seem to take one step forward and ten steps backwards...ahh so close yet so far.