As much as my heart did a little whimper of dismay at how much darker this edit is compared to previous ones, there is something nice about knowing we’re moving past the crop tops and the bare legs that give passers-by a glimpse of my Big Mac-induced cellulite.
I’m excited for new clothes I haven’t seen 4738567 times before – excited to get layering and wearing my leather biker again and my trench coat and big ol’ cosy roll necks. I love that in-between season where it’s not quite so cold you have to wear tights under your jeans and that one coat you have with like secret padding, but not so hot you fear strangers can see your back sweat seeping through your top.
I’m mostly planning on living in striped tees and girlfriend jeans (I know, well out there and alternative), maybe with a dash of red lipstick and some statement flats to really nail that HG cliché.
But srsly, those Toppers jeans below are everything I’ve been looking for in a jean these past few months. They just err, don’t come in stumpy leg length. Megz sad face.
AND, get this, there’s two pieces from Monsoon thrown in. Does this mean I’m old and middle class now? All I’m saying is that I’m going to be riding that Boxing Day sale so hard if all their handsome little embroidered pieces are still lurking about. JUST LOOK AT THAT NAVY DRESS. It says yes Hannah, you should wear me on a beach in Thailand during a winter sunshine break, you absolutely must.
Anyway yeah, go look for ya selves. Anything taking your fancy?
20. THERE IS NO 20, erm ok.