Some outfits are just made for those over-protective glares. You know the ones I mean (well, you probably don’t seeing as this post has just started and I’ve already started waffling a load of bull…but I’ll tell you now anyway) The looks I mean are the ones that anybody with a dad, brother, uncle – basically any male member of the family, you get the gist – will have known and seen a thousand times before. The “you are not going out in that” look.
Today’s outfit is one that I knew, even before I put it on and was just thinking about it in my head, would absolutely, definitely, for certain, 1trillion% (Oh I do love a good adjective) earn me one those looks.
Cue “you are no longer my sister” “I disown you as a daughter” “you look like a slut!” outfit (before anyone thinks I have a family worthy of Jeremy Kyle airtime, I am actually exaggerating!)
The Shoes. Ohh the shoes, I am – as completely sad and lame that I know this is going to sound – completely in love with them. I’d been after a pair of strappy blue sandals for a while and good old Zara (the shop, not a person, if you’re slow on the up take…like myself) pulled it out the bag with these. Royal blue (one of my favourite colours), high enough to look amazing but not too high to make you a Bambi-esque person (again…like myself) fall arse over tit, and gold ‘hardware’ which just straddles line between classy and ever ever so slightly tacky. They are *wack out your best Cheryl Cole geordie accent again* right up my street…
Crop top (who else feels like 6yrs old again using that term?): Primark
Skirt: Forever 21
Shoes that made me ‘eek’ in store…consequently making me look like a complete tit: Zara
Before anyone gets offended because they’ve worn a similar outfit and I’ve basically said the men in my life think I looked like some sort of trollop, just to reassure you that you – or we – don’t (at least I hope we don’t?) I could be wearing a burka and they would still think I was showing too much flesh. Some call it over-protective, some call it annoying, I call it a pain in my – very nearly on show when I bent over – arse!