Last week I felt pooped. I’d had several days jammed with meetings and was feeling a little under the weather with swollen glands and a sore throat – which has now made me bed bound.
Say hello to the first WIOW post of the year! It feels fitting that I kick this series off with this dress that has a little extra room for some festive podge I’m concealing.
These sandals are bat-shit cray and it only makes me love them more. Meaning I can make space in my collection for these fluffy mules, pronto.
Sound the klaxon, we’re getting into party season people! Strictly’s gracing our screens, the supermarkets are stocking tins of Quality Streets and the stores are full of sequins. All this means one thing, bedazzled, embellished-to-the-max shoes of dreams, ready to get their groove on.
I’m cold. I’m typing this post as I get shipped off and on delayed trains, trying to make my way to the end of the line. I’m wearing my Burberry trench and my purple animal print scarf which I’ve had forever but I think it’s time for an upgrade.
For me and my bloated IBS belly, nothing beats the comfort of my trusty pyjamas. The first thing I do when I get in from work is pull mine on, it’s normally the highlight of my day! A weekend with no plans, I’ll stay in my pyjamas. Friend coming round but you don’t want to get changed, pyjamas. In my dream world, I’d wear pyjamas 90% of my time.
Just call me Pat Butcher already. I’m sold.
I am a glitter freak. As soon as something shiny, sparkly or sequin-covered catches my eye, that’s it, I’ve been sucked in. And there’s no coming back.
There is nothing I love more than sequins – apart from maybe cake – and as soon as Strictly hits my telly, I’m searching the web for more to add to my collection.
When your work bestie starts sending you links to midi dresses, you know you have a problem.