(Trousers, shoes and scarf: Primark // clutch: New Look // Top: Dorothy Perkins // Sunglasses: House of Harlow ‘Chelsea’)
No one was arrested – or, indeed, questioned by the police – during the taking of these photos.
That’s the good news.
The bad news is that the sun was super-bright, and in our haste to get these taken and then get the hell out of Dodge before someone could call the cops on us, the settings on the camera weren’t quite right and we didn’t realise until we looked back at them and saw that I looked like a scary ghost person in some of them. Or maybe it was nothing to do with the camera, and I actually AM a scary ghost person? You will always wonder now, won’t you?
The other bad news is that, although I said I always wait until the last week of September (and by that I meant the last weekend of September) to get my winter clothes out of storage, I’m probably not going to have time for it this coming weekend, so I decided to do it this past Sunday instead. (On, ironically, a beautiful warm, sunny day. Which I spent indoors wrestling with wooly sweaters and coats.) This is bad news for me, because it means that I’m now reduced to wearing boring old winter clothes for the next few months*, but it’s good news for those of you who were hoping for an Indian summer, because I can practically guarantee that we’ll get one now that all of my summer clothes are packed away. It’s a hard-knock life right enough.
(*I’m exaggerating, of course: because we don’t actually have distinct seasons here, I have to leave out a bunch of stuff year-round, so I’m prepared for anything. Who can forget this year’s Summer in March, after all?)
There is one more piece of good news, though:
Heart-print pants exist in the world. And were only £12 in Primark. Sometimes it’s the small things, you know?