I picked up three new sundresses this year, all IBS-belly friendly, and I’ve realised they fall into three categories. The sophisticated boho dream, the cutesy floral number and the voluminous polka dot childlike one. That wasn’t how they were categorised on ASOS but I feel is an accurate description. Hear me out on what they have in common and why I’m living in them.
I love a fugly shoe. I’m talking obnoxious colours. A shit-tonne of tassels. Fringing, everywhere. And embellishments that are so heavy, it’s an effort to lift your foot. The good news is there are a whole heap that tick those boxes for summer and I’ve done you the favour of rounding them all up in one easy shopping list. You can thank me later.
Do you remember when we had that first heat wave a few weeks ago? Well I do, because I immediately panicked that I didn’t have any dresses to wear that would cover me for work and play. I headed to my saviour, ASOS, and ordered this dress and am now convinced it’s the best thing since sliced sourdough with smashed avo on top. Especially for those of us who spend 90% of their life with a bloated IBS tum.
This little red dress makes me feel badass. It makes me feel sophisticated, elegant and like I’ve got my shit together.
As soon as I plan a holiday I find it necessary to stock up on sunglasses. The fact that I already have an obscene amount in my possession doesn’t seem to stop me. I’m an animal.
When I walked into H&M the other day, I had no intention of buying anything. And then I saw this oversized khaki jumper, and that all changed. Dammit.
Let me tell you about the best forty quid I ever spent. Technically it’s £80 but stay with me…
Ankle boot season is here and this fills me with more joy than it probably should. I adore Autumn. The crisp, sunny mornings. Orange leaves. Hot chocolate. Coat weather. Being able to wear all my boots again. Wahoo!
Your eyes aren’t deceiving you. I am wearing socks covered in actual sequins. Yep, there are silver sequins ALL OVER my socks. All of my dreams have come true.
Now I don’t want to sound alarmed but I get married in 42 days and that’s not very far away now. Eeeeeeeeeeek.