Don't just stand there, let's get to it; Strike a pose, there's nothing to it
Taking pictures of yourself in various clothes with only an iPhone and a fashion fever is hard, yo. I tried and failed miserably to take any photo that actually matched the images in my head what I actually look like in the clothes when I look in the mirror, so have some stock photos from the online shops instead!
I found out this week that I overbudgeted for this year's car insurance by £200. Did I save this money to pay for next year? Did I hell. I am not a very responsible adult, darlings. Somebody should think of the children.
Republic, £24.99
For some reason unbeknown to myself or to anybody else I am totally obsessed with trousers, shorts and skirts this season, where before I have always been more interested in interesting clothes for carrying concealed weapons fancying up my torso. I love the delicate colours of the roses on these shorts, and the cut of them is very nice - long enough not to risk flashing vajayjay at all and sundry, but not so long as to cut off circulation to my thighs. I've seen a few copies of these in other shops but they're all pretty garish.
Republic, £16.99
Seriously, considering how much I love the picture of my brain that I got from volunteering for MRI studies at uni, there was no way I was going to pass up a top that ostensibly shows the inside of my rib cage. It's in a really soft, light jersey material that hangs particularly well, though I have to be careful to place it just right on my shoulders to not either flash more of my sternum or my midriff than I'm comfortable with.
The only problem is that it's wiiiiiide open at the back. Like, reach in and snap my bra strap open. Which is why I then went to Topshop and bought a bra-top thingummy (apparently they are called bralettes?) to wear under it. It means you can still technically see my bra, but that my bra is six-inches wide (high? In the vertical plane, anyhoo) at the strap so the small of my back is left bare but not much else. But it covers enough that I'm happy, and fastens at the front to avoid the reaching-in problem :)
Aaaand...
Topshop, £38.00 (but I got a 20% discount today)
I may or may not have bought a poncho, another item of clothing I swore I would never buy. Except that it is super soft and snuggly, and has tassles and an awesome outdoor-elf hood, and is my favourite shade of cream. It makes me think of this beautiful pattern I saw on Ravelry for a Woodland Hoodlet, but which I am under no circumstances clever enough to knit for myself.
ASOS, bloody expensive
Harem pants. I do like them on some women, but they look terrible on me. I tried some on today just to see and it looked like I had a wrinkly elephant penis dangling limp and lifeless between my thighs. Not a hot look, ladies. I think my legs are just too long to rock this one.
So what are you loving, darlings? Pictures get bonus cookies! Also, I guess maybe I could hold a vote before the next Merlin Meet as to what you would like to see me actually wearing, if anyone would care at all? Otherwise it might be the poncho, just sayin'.