Why is it, that sometimes, with no thinking or planning, hair and outfit seem to flutter together? I would love to say that this happens to me on a regular basis, but, 9 times out of 10 you will find me standing in front of the wardrobe / mirror / The Beard foul-mouthed, flustered and flummoxed.
A sunny Sunday, back in the weird Autumn-Summer season we had in the UK, I decided upon the below. And I really liked it. Plus, on account of cat-sitting a chums spectacular Cat-ula, I had a garden to ponce about posing in.
In this picture I looked at the sky. It was blue.
In this picture I did my impression of a Puffa-Fish.
And in this one I am looking off into the middle distance wondering what to think about. I decided on chocolate. Natch.
I do love a multi season outfit and I think this skirt (£3 charity shop - win) and my minty cardy will work just as nicely with boots, or thick tights and brogues for the colder weather.
But, knowing me, I shall relegate it, forget about it and end up flustered and flummoxed once more.
And, of course, foul mouthed.