(Ph. Daniel Bruno Grandl)
[Cue Bing Crosby on the gramophone]
Oh... the weather outside is frightful...and the fire may be so delightful, but hey ho the semi-profesh cyber poser that I am made it out to capture the 'what I wores' of the day. Through thick and thin, the show must go. Still, at least it's not snowing yet (mute that audio in the background before it becomes prophetic, would ya?).
And today we learn that no amount of damp and drizzle has got me to invest in a pair of socks. Ankle cruelty is an activity I simply do not tire of. And before you ask–no, I have not added a pair of woolies to my Christmas list, which works instead on the premise that anything outrageously priced and/or highly inappropriate, for reasons ranging from climate issues (pool slides, anyone?) to gender problems (what do you mean this doesn't come in XXS?) is fair game.
And with but one day to go, it might be time to share, if only to prepare friends and family for the crushed look on my face when unwrapping hour is here. I'm joking, of course, but that don't mean a girl can't dream! Ok let's do this.
Trousers: Club Monaco (Club FINALLY opened in the UK and in my neighbourhood on Westbourne Grove of all perfect locations!) || Knit: Club Monaco || Skaters: Celine || Bag: ACNE || Coat: Club Monaco