(New Look jacket // Zara turtleneck // H&M pants // Christian Louboutin shoes)
Be not deceived, fair readers (sorry, I’ve been really into Jane Austen lately…): other than this outfit and the one before it, I’ve so far spent most of the so-called season of mists and mellow fruitfulness wearing jeans and sweaters, and standing in front of my closet complaining about how I have OMGNOTHINGTOWEAR.
And obviously that’s not true at all. I have so much to wear I could probably start a small shop. But I think it’s fair to say that in the ongoing battle of Amber Vs Autumn, autumn is currently kicking my ass. For instance, I spent most of last week fighting off one of those nameless lurgies: the kind where you’re not ill, exactly, (So you can’t justify retiring to bed, say, and persuading your husband to wait on you hand and foot), but you’re not quite well either, so every tiny task takes roughly five times as long as it should, and you feel like you’re operating at approximately
50% 40% 30% of your normal energy/brainpower. Obviously I can’t say for sure that autumn is to blame for this, but I’m going to go ahead and blame it anyway because I’ve noticed that the same thing happens at this time every year and also, well, why not?
So, last week was spent wearing jeans and sweaters, struggling listlessly through my list of tasks every day, and then heading to bed early, with the iPad and the 1995 adaptation of Pride and Prejudice on Netflix. You know the one with Colin Firth as Mr Darcy? It was almost worth feeling a bit crappy all week for, seriously.
Luckily for me, my mystery ailment had cleared up by the weekend (Which was actually a pretty surprising stroke of luck: I normally find that this kind of thing only gets worse at the weekend, thus ensuring that you don’t get to take any time off work, but you do get your weekend plans ruined: fun!), so I was inspired to a) leave the house and b) wear something other than jeans, although as you can see, I’m sticking with the sweaters, thanks.
I say “inspired”: I really just wanted to wear these shoes, which were the one bright spot in the week, but bright enough to cast all of those other silly complaints into the shadows, because they’re basically my dream shoes: I’ve loved them for as long as I’ve been a Louboutin fan, and had been on a waiting list for them for months, so their arrival on Tuesday morning made the whole week feel a bit like Christmas, lurgy aside. Which was appropriate, because these are actually my Christmas present from my parents and Terry. I know, I’m spoiled. And, er, it’s still only October, but I figured there aren’t going to be many more days when it’ll be warm enough for bare feet in pumps from here on out (although I might still get away with my trusty old nude fishnets) so I decided to get some use out of them while I can.
I’ve also been wearing them to write my blog posts, clean the house, watch TV, and, well, to bed.
Isn’t that what everyone does with new shoes?
P.S. While we’re on the subject of OMGAUTUMN, I really liked this article at The Onion – enjoy!