Rootless

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Or so I've been told. So here I am, with a post that has been a little overdue. But I'm still caught up in a clothes rut and I don't like it. Every morning when I look at my clothes it seems that everything I want to wear isn't there. It's as though I have a wardrobe in my head which doesn't match the one I have in reality.

That is until I remembered my dungarees. Oh, I just love 'em.  

Dungarees: Ebay

Top: So old I'm ashamed.

*Still can't seem to get my camera to focus all the time, godamnit*

I reckon I just need to have a good wardrobe sort out and actually think about what's in there and what I need. Have any of you ever been in this situation? I'd like to think I'm not the only one. Also, I reckon I've had a bit of a style change as rewind a couple years ago and I was sporting brogues with floral skirts. Whereas now I want to be decking myself in foliage and running around bare foot. I'm kidding. But if it wasn't socially unacceptable, I totally would.

 

Because Marina is a babe.

 xx