You heard right, your girl went out-out.
As in OUT. On a Saturday. With friends. For cocktails and bar food and gossip and pal, I feel so hip and happening and young.
I had to get the train to Colchester all dressed up and them amble from the station to the bar in two degree weather, so my outfit kinda reflects that.
It’s hard to know what to wear out with pals when you get a little bit older because spoiler: all of my bodycon dresses (and yes, I totally owned at least three – one with a mesh panel that came down nearly as far as my belly button) were dropped at the charity shop long ago.
And, although we weren’t hitting a club because lol my hips creak and crack if I try and ‘get low’, I wanted to feel a little bit sassier than if I was just popping out to Nando’s for chicken and bottomless drinks with the bf.
So this was the outcome.
Faux fur and baby pink and pleats and slogans. Although I accidentally left the beret in the bar about 7 hours after snapping it up from H&M, and the sunglasses obvs didn’t come out with me because lol I don’t think I’m Anna Wintour (I just had v greasy eye lids and messy eye make-up when I shot these and needed to hide my shame).
I can confirm that a group of v cool lads shouted things like ‘BONJOUR’ and ‘I’d give her twenty quid’ at me, so that’s mega sweet. Or not.
Highly recommend wearing a faux fur coat if you’re planning on breaking dry January for a jug of Pornstar Martinis, mostly because it acts as a highly effective barrier against frost bite, but also, much sass. All three of us rocked up to the bar wearing different leopard print ones, which 102% wasn’t planned.
Whilst this fine slogan knit from Joanie Clothing was the perfect alternative to a strappy little cami that would have left me with goosebumps and meant that HUZZAH, I didn’t need to fake tan my arms.
Photos by Debs from Bang On Style.