Asos Premium Silk Raw Edge Panel dress | Vintage jumper, brooch and boots | Betsey Johnson leopard print socks
Having experienced the coldest four days of my life this week, I am beginning to lose faith in lookbook. There is no way in hell that these tiny Swedish girls can wear a trench coat, stockings and boots in the snow and not be walking icicles. (Unless, perhaps, they're perpetually drunk on mulled wine?) Four layers of clothing seems thin as tissue paper against the winter winds and sleet of the northern hemisphere. And by winds, I mean gales. I wasn't surprised when I saw a squirrel literally flying across footpath, picked up by the wind only to have an unfortunate mid-air collision with a tree.
I always swore I'd never wear a puffy jacket, but I fear this winter will induce me to break my oath. Until then, I'm enjoying the last of the sun for the season.