I’m not saying shoe gods exist, PER SE, but some spiritual sartorial entity has been pointing me in the direction of these pom pom heels for quite some time.
First, there was the move. The organisation of (and reintroduction to) years of heeled artwork. A collection, while enviable, with a noticeably pom-pom hole in it.
Then, a stranger pointed out that House of Fraser had a hyper-haute shoe closet of their own. Pom poms, pin heels, et al.
It seemed rude to ignore such designer deities.
(Note: dress sold separately but what good is making the postman carry a box without a new dress in it as well?)
What I Wore:
Fleur sandals from Miss KG
Bardot Rylee midi dress by Jarlo
Lipstick (going in May’s Beauty Favourites, so keep an eye out!)
One of my favourite things about moving is rediscovering my wardrobe. Especially the things that never end up in my weekly dress-reliant rotation. The faux fur gilets, the suede shoes, the jeans.
After a week of box-hauling and inevitable yet unforeseen expenses, I hopped out of the shower and straight to the wardrobe to shake things up from the norm; untamed hair, that ‘difficult’ wardrobe item that never seems right for the day’s occasions in the morning, and a wine-phobic pair of white jeans that managed to survive the day.
What I Wore:
White skinny jeans from Paige
Faux fur gilet (I’ve had for three years! Similar here)
Gold heel boots (similar here)
I need to look after you. No really, I do. I have a crippling compulsion to prioritise others’ needs far above my own and, naturally, put any hope of relaxation on the backburner.
I, thankfully, learned this force majeure is that of an OCD persuasion. And does far more harm than good. After years of running myself ragged, all it takes is a little bit of enforced perspective and I’m half-way unwound.
Nonetheless, I am a work in progress. Over the last few months I have discovered that dedicating at least one hour a day to something indulgent – be it cooking a meal or doing a dance class – keeps me sane. That music at least two decades old will always make me smile. That wearing a killer dress, even when working from home, takes my brain from ‘work mode’ to ‘party mode’ and almost doubles my productivity. That I can better help those in need when I help myself.
As stress is a heavy-handed trigger for acid reflex/heartburn/other such nonsense, I also make sure to physically limit any irritants while I work on my brain game. I avoid eating late (or forgetting to eat altogether), eating spicy or citric food, and drinking alcohol or caffeine (though, cards on the table, I will always be dependent on an espresso or five to run at a normal human pace).
In this age of digital distractions and predominantly demanding days, relaxation has to be a conscious choice. I fully advocate finding out what works best for you.
And listen to a lot of Robert Palmer while you’re at it.
What I Wore:
Red lace dress (almost everything I’ve worn over the last month has been from Mancunian fashion brand LOTD, for all of you who have been asking on Instagram!)
Though my Y chromosome-less self swans around town in an unintentionally strict wardrobe of dresses and heeled boots, a huge part of me yearns for the masculine chill of men’s fashion.
While there may be fewer options available, the limitations mean anything from a pair of jeans to a t-shirt can become a power player in a man’s wardrobe.
Nonetheless, I am a die-hard femme and feel like an alien if I try to pull off anything a few swathes of fabric far from a wrap dress. Until I adopt a harem of sartorially-fearless toddlers, my ‘male’ wardrobe choices will have to be nothing more than the “we have another package from boohooMAN?” thrill of my boyfriend.
Shop The Look:
Borg collar varsity jacket with contrast sleeves
Monochrome Disney Mickey Mouse t-shirt
Slim fit charcoal denim jeans
Faux suede Chelsea boots
This pink-hooded parka of snowtime ideals has caused quite an unexpected stir.
Though the thought rarely crosses my mind, I thought it might be a bit…well…extra. But snow needs must.
When I opened my windows to an unlikely flurry of southern snow, it was – quite frankly – the best sartorial decision I could make. And the numerous Instagram requests to buy the coat off me have only affirmed the decision.
‘Tis the season to be extra, after all.
What I Wore:
That parka from Miss Pap
A fluffy pink skirt (vintage – similar here)
Black scoop neck top
Studded ankle boots (similar here)