Fur Goodness Sake

I'm more than a little late to the whole 'teddy bear jacket' party, but when I saw this furry bit of heaven on mega-babe Charlotte Martin I rushed to M&S to see if I could nab one. Luckily there was a Size 10 (on sale no less) and soon enough, we were as one. Unfortunately, I can't furnish you with a link (soz) as it now seems to have disappeared from their website, but this and this are ledge alternatives. Have you jumped on the whole fur jacket thing? Let me know, catch you soon x

Jacket- Marks & Spencer // Similar- here and here
Trousers- H&M // Similar- here and here
Vans- Office // Socks- Nike // Similar- here
Tee- Ralph Lauren // Similar- here and here
Necklace- ASOS // Similar- here and here



Being Pretty vs Being Cool

So, here's the thing-  my dad happens to be short, ginger and pale. And genetics deemed that I should follow is his ghostly-skinned, carrot-topped shoes. (Hi Dad, luv u). There's no doubt I'd infinitely prefer to be leggy and endlessly tanned, but you know- I've got two arms, two legs, I don't have a lisp or a limp so I need to STFU and get on with it, right? And mostly I do. I won't pretend that I don't paint myself in several coats of fake tan on the regz, or that I don't dye my hair once a month to try and make myself just that little bit more brunette, but naturally blessed I am not. (And that's just the tip of iceberg when it comes to my physical deficiencies). However, "trying" to be pretty is actually a helluva lot easier than "trying" to be cool (coz I'm not predisposed to being that either). Coolness can't be bought, nor can it be manufactured. It doesn't come from a contoured face or wearing a Gucci t-shirt. It just is. So why am I trying to be either? Why am I not just busy being 'me'? Well- there's blogging for a start. It requires you to be at least one, if not both. And then there's my unending state of singleness. Boys (in my experience) are always gonna opt for pretty over cool. Therefore in order to date I have to adopt the obvious sartorial tropes that seem to have the most man-appeal. I can do a false-lash or a tight top for a night, but honestly, I'd rather not. (Unfortunately I'm drawn to the kind of blokes who like the ho' look- ballers and ruffnecks, basically). But am I actually naturally a man-repeller where my style is concerned, or just a man-repeller all round? I'm not sure that I'm going to unravel and resolve this whole issue here, but I do feel instinctively that I want to wear what I want to wear, and if I never go on another date again, then fuck it. 

So onto the actual deets of this classic boy-repulsing look. Yes! I actually got my hands on the Weekday x Champion trackie (although this seems like a very small victory as they appear to be endlessly restocking). I also recently picked up these pink Air Max, (these and these are also ledge). Do I look cool in this? Probably not. Pretty? Doubtful. Should I stop over-thinking errrrything? Definitely. Catch you soon x
Champion trackie- here and here// Alternative- herehere and here
Nike Air Max- here// Alternative- here and here
Nike Socks- here // Alternative- here

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