On Sunday our new neighbours invited us round for a drink and, as usual, I was too busy faffing around to get myself ready properly, so by the time we had to go, all I had actually managed was to change out of my free runs (didn't want to take the mickey, see commuters uniform for more about that) into some appropriately chic heels. With le boy impatiently stamping his foot at the door, I grabbed the nearest coat to hand. Turned out it wasn't mine, but what the hell, oversized is big at the moment and it's not like you can go wrong with a navy pea coat anyway. Just goes to show, masculine tailoring is the way forward. Also, in the name of innovative sartorialism (though ironically one could hardly look more classic than I do here), it's obviously best not to plan ahead. Moment captured. Lesson learned. Amen.
I'm wearing my boyfriend's pea coat (similar here), a number tee by Zara, skinny jeans by Topshop and cut-out pumps by Zara (old, but similar here and here).