OK, so I actually wore this outfit on Wednesday, not Friday. And I really hate indoor photos, which is why I try my best to avoid them. I realised that I hardly ever post any of my more “casual” outfits here, though, and I quite liked this one, even although it’s just a pair of trousers and a sweater (Having said that, I searched every branch of F21 in Miami for these trousers, only to finally find them 6 months later in the Glasgow store. They had one pair left, and they’re being held on with one of my magic buttons, but still…) , so here we are: a quick n’ casual Friday post, which I’m willing to bet no one will ever read, because you’re all probably off enjoying the Easter break. And I don’t blame you one bit. Why would you want to look at my trousers when you could be eating chocolate and playing with baby chickens, or whatever it is you do on the Easter break? Why, indeed.
I actually had intended to make this a series of photos – like, every Friday I’d post the outfits from the week that didn’t make it onto the blog, and you would all gasp with amazement at how often I wear workout clothes, even although I’m not actually working out at the time. Then I realised that would involve me posting a lot of photos of myself in, well, workout clothes, so maybe not. I mean, I work from home: sometimes walking the dog is as “dressed up” as it gets, you know?
I didn’t wear this outfit to walk the dog, however. Well, I mean, I DID (with a change of shoes, naturally: even I don’t put on heels to trudge through muddy fields…), but that wasn’t the reason I wore it. No, I actually wore this outfit to take a bunch of my old clothes to a consignment store I’d heard about, which had recently opened in the area. I’ve never tried consigning stuff before, but I’ve had a pile of clothes sitting in the spare bedroom since… er, since we moved into this house, actually. In August last year. I’d had vague intentions to maybe sell some of them on eBay or just drop them off at a charity store, but I hadn’t gotten round to it, so when I heard about a store that would actually take them and sell them for me, I figured it could be worth a shot.
The first struggle was getting into the car. I staggered out of the house, my legs almost buckling under the weight of the clothes I’d picked out of the pile, and then stood beside the car, frantically clicking the key fob which magically opens the doors. Or which NORMALLY opens the doors, I should say. This time it just wouldn’t work, so I stood there for a good couple of minutes, waving the key around in the vague direction of the car, as if that would make a difference. It didn’t, of course. And that was because what I was holding in my hand and pointing at the car was not, in fact, the car key, but… the remote control for the camera. Which I’d used to take the very photo you see above, just a few minutes before.
Well, I went back into the car and found the ACTUAL key, then I loaded up the clothes and headed to the consignment store, stopping en route to pick up my mum, who wanted to have a look around the place too. I couldn’t find a parking space close to the store, so we parked a bit away and hauled the bag of clothes to the place… only to discover that I should have made an appointment, and I hadn’t. And also that I should only have brought 15 items, and I.. hadn’t. I’d brought eleventy-thousand items. GAH. So then we got to haul all the clothes back to the car, and repeat the entire process in reverse, only without the remote control this time, because never let it be said I don’t learn from my mistakes. Even although I normally don’t. This is why it’s a good idea to CALL AHEAD, people, seriously.
Anyway, I made an appointment to go back next week, so I’m interested to see how it goes, and if they actually manage to sell anything. And if they don’t, well, at least the experience will have helped me work out the difference between a car key and a remote control…
[Wearing: Zara sweater // F21 gingham capri pants // Vivienne Westwood for Melissa 'Lady Dragon' shoes* // RED Valentino shoulder bag*]
[P.S. I'm anticipating questions about the location of the consignment store, because I know a few of you probably have stuff to sell, too... It's a brick-and-mortar store with no website, and it's very close to where I live, which means I don't really want to put the address online. If you live in central Scotland and are not a scary stalker, however, feel free to email me if you want to know the address!]