So, I lost my way a bit and forgot about clothes chattering. Too many good clothes out there to chatter about – capes, coats, jackets, socks, Katherine AP undies, boots, knits, did I say boots?
So, here’s some stuff I’m liking the look of:
To see, or not to see?
Saturday shopping…
It’s the time for coats to fall off hangers and into palms and onto backs. It’s time for me to think too much that if I don’t buy my Autumn coat now, I’m doomed to never find the one I want. These two beauties seem like a good place to start.
is killing me with these. Ahhhhhhhh.
There’s a ban going on. It’s the emma-buys-no-more-stuff-she-doesn’t-need ban. That means no dresses, necklaces, pretty things and the like. I’m allowed a haircut and some self maintenance – I’m totally checking out Shavata for some brow threading action – but that is it. I need to wear what I have, walk in the shoes I’ve already bought and suck it up. It’s my birthday in the first week of August so this is going to be haaaaaaaaaaard but boo hoo. I wonder if I can do it. Reign it in. Be on the right side. No books for August either. Nope, but fortunately lovely Janey has leant me a couple to get me into September, so I should just about make it. Pray for me.
Here’s a picture of a chair I wish I was sitting on.
I wish I was at the beach but I’m not, I’m under the eaves, surrounded by architects and wilting. Uck well, it’s the middle of the week and my birthday is not far off. Ahh birthday, let’s eat some nice food, drink some nice booze and put on some nice birthday appropriate footwear.
Everyone in London is wilting. Apart from the fuckers with AC.
The quest for the perfect ankle boots is eating up a considerable portion of my internetting time and I’m yet to find boots as sweet as the Trinket boots at Dune but they’re all sold out bar size three, damn you my bigger than size three feet. Perry boots at Topshop look good on the website but not so great in real life and £135 seems a tad too much. The search goes on…
