Lol, I so meant to upload this post the day after Valentine’s Day like a particularly on-it kinda blogger, but every time I had a spare hour or two to whip my laptop out, I chose to nap instead.
So yeah, LOOK WHAT I WORE FOR VALENTINE’S DAY.
You might have already spied this little get-up over on the ol’ Insta grid, but I wanted to stick it into a little something for the blog too because this outfit, well, this outfit just felt incredibly me.
Y’know when you put something on and you’re like freaking heck, this just speaks to me on 7256875 levels.
I picked up this EVERYONE LOOK AT ME coat in the Black Friday sales when River Island had a discount offer on (it’s now sold out, but there’s a wonderful green version), and hadn’t worn it anywhere near as much as I’d hoped, purely because it’s quite a dramatic colour.
And when I say quite, I mean it kinda makes your eyes wince away in horror, in the cutest possible way obvs.
Anyway for V Day this year, we did something pretty low-key and headed to a restaurant in Ipswich for afternoon tea with the baby.
I drank about seven cups of tea because girl’s gotta make the most of the fact it’s unlimited, had an impeccable sausage roll, and an even more impeccable little caramel choux bun.
Not a bad Wednesday afternoon tbh.
So yeah – the details in this outfit. Obviously there’s the pink coat which I teamed with a striped jumper (from GAP, similar here) and that bladdy metallic pleated skirt that I seem to wear in 27% of all outfit posts.
I mean, it has an elasticated waistband and that’s all you need to know.
I also wore my new v cheap heart sunglasses (might have just put in a sly order for a black pair too), my Topshop heels, and the wee little Kate Spade bag Chris bought me when we went to New York a couple of years ago.
When I got in the car to shoot this outfit with Chloe she said: ‘I like that you could have just gone for the coat or the rainbow stripes or the glittering pleated skirt but you just thought fuck it, I’m going to wear it all. And I am here for that.’
Y’know me, not one to keep things simple and understated.
But yeah, I felt good. I felt like Hannah Gale. In fact I felt the most Hannah Gale I’ve felt since I fell pregnant, and I won’t lie, that felt absolutely fucking awesome.
Peace out, gals.