I’ve been in a weird funk for nearly two weeks now and I can’t pinpoint exactly why. Instead I’ve been indulging myself by doing my favourite things to try to shake it off, Taylor Swift style.
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.
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!
Breaking news: I am a thirty-year-old sequin and glitter obsessive.
I have a major love affair with Etsy. I like supporting small businesses and people’s passions, which is why it’s the first place I always look for wedding inspo. Hence me dragging my mum into town Saturday for a little nose at the Etsy wedding pop up at West Elm.
Somedays I like to wear my fringed mules with glitter socks and skinny jeans. What can I say…
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 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.
I have a thing for glitter socks. I like them peeking over the top of boots or giving a bit of sparkle between the end of my jeans and the start of my brogues. I believe there’s always a place for sparkly socks. And my friends appreciate that. Helping ensure I have drawers full.