A pop of colour. God, I bloody hate that phrase! I’ve got nothing against anyone that uses it, it completely makes sense, a lot of the time it’s the best/only way to describe an outfit, makeup look etc. but, I personally just can’t help but feel like – how can I put this in the most eloquent way I know to be possible – a bit of a….knob, when saying it! My English teacher must be so proud….
Pops, knobs and English teachers aside (I defy you to find a more random/wrong sentence than that!) as boring as it is, I am a massive fan of neutral colours. Blacks, greys, beige, navy’s…if it’s neutral, it’s got my name on it. Neutrals are safe, easy, effortless (we all know that effortless translates to: I’m a lazy bitch, I want to shove something on without even thinking about it) but sometimes you’ve just got to break it up a bit, add a ‘pop of colour’, break the mold, or in my case…try not to look as if I’m off to a funeral.
Cue a poor attempt to add some colour into my life, weird tights and roots to rival the whomping willow (shout out to Harry Potter…I am so cool!)
Cropped Jumper that was definitely not desinged for windy days: H&M
Skirt that was also not designed for the wind, resulting in many ‘Marilyn moments’: Primark
Gilet: New Look
Boots: so old I genuinely don’t even remember where they’re from, and the name has rubbed off. Yeah, that old!