Wednesday, 18 January 2012



Didn't expect me to wear one of those, did you? Sometimes, I surprise even myself. Originally, this gilet was bought to be worn at the rink, solely for training purposes... What attracted me to Fat Face's version was the modest yet practical design: no flashy logos (dare I utter the J.W. word), no extortionate pricing, natural material content (the sound of Nylon alone makes me wanna vom), lovely navy colour and w-a-r-m-t-h. Down feather, anyone? Yes, despite being silly and buying a Size 14 which makes me a big puffy beast, I wear it everywhere now because it is so impossibly toasty. Coats are wonderful but, when you're like me and over-fill your school/uni bag with heavy Zenit film cameras and tripods and vintage books, you appreciate not having to lug around an extra few kilos on your shoulders. Besides, it somehow fits almost seamlessly with most of my wardrobe. Still not convinced? Just look at these Penfield cuties...

I am very interested to know if any of you have a "guilty pleasure" item that you wear out of comfort and not style? Kindly post your confessions below - don't worry, they are safe in my hands!

Feather down gilet, Fat Face
Oatmeal fairisle jumper, Czech flea market (10 FREAKING PENCE!)
Silk blouse, vintage
Burgundy velvet skirt, thrifted Topshop
Floral tights, Tesco
Gloves, Roeckl
Boots, Clarks

Friday, 13 January 2012

Material Possessions

Cleaning out your sister's bedroom doesn't sound too decorous, especially when it involves rummaging in her wardrobe and chest of drawers. Before you all shun me, allow me to explain: in our house, there is an utter lack of space for clothes, which seem to almost permeate through walls and ceilings. Countless trips to car boot sales, charity shops and vintage fairs, hand-me-downs and samples all contribute to the wardrovalanche and general problem of storage, so we disperse clothing evenly(even if it does not directly belong to the family member in said room)!

Occasionally, when I am low on funds but high in desire of a new dress, I wander into a room and scour the place for something new to wear (it is surprisingly easy to forget what you have). On this occasion, I discovered the dress I am wearing in the photos with a squeal of excitement; I truly had not remembered seeing it before. My mum sniggered a little bit, because apparently it was originally a housecoat from Soviet Russia. Me being me, I protested that no-one over here will know, so I trust you all to keep it to yourselves...

Conversely, my little "hunts" around the house have also left me horrified at just how many unwanted items we own, clogging up/drowning our house. My mum and I have therefore joined forces in getting rid of it all, mostly by donating to charities and selling on eBay, in hope that someday we may breathe freely again! Having combed through my own wardrobe, I realised I own very little clothing that fits in with my style aesthetic/is of decent quality. Other blogs always make me a little wistful - as if the owners have an inexhaustible tunnel, connected underground to Net-a-Porter and the like, which regurgitates an unending stream of clothes! Every post parades a new acquisition, which isn't a problem - it's how expensive it is... I do not judge these bloggers at all; after all, that's what makes them so interesting. But nonetheless, having recently received the greatest ever gift - a place to read English at my first choice university, I've gone off material possessions. For a few days, at least. Then I'll be back to normal.

Blazer, vintage via Superette Rummage Sale
Dress, vintage
Beret, Cath Kidston
Tights, Jack Wills
Brogues, thrifted vintage
Owl brooch, vintage