It was once commented that someone I saw on a bi-weekly basis had ‘never seen me wear jeans’. Whether or not that was down to the fact I always tried to look glamourous and delectable expressly for this person is sort of secondary to the fact that, no, I don’t really wear jeans all that much. Or at least I try not to. So today is another dressed-down day. And my jeans are ripped, which is a shocker. Until I bought these a couple of years ago, the only kind of trouser I would wear was dark, skinny jeans, so these boy fit creations have been a departure from my previous tastes and necessitated a completely different type of top, which has been good for re-jigging what I’d automatically go for.
Oh, and I always roll them up.
Leopard-print scarf: H&M