In a rare case of sensibility, we went by train to Norwich this weekend. This was the view out of the train window... wintery!
Unfortunately the snow rather put the kibosh on my outfit plans for the weekend. I had wanted to float around in hippy-heaven, wearing my new floaty-light maxi. Right up until 3pm Friday, when this happened:
It doesn't look like much, but that came down in 15 minutes flat. And it kep coming. Immediately apparent; floaty maxis would end up as soggy slimy trip hazards. Drat, because it is a very floaty dress indeed:
So, what'a a girl to do? Err, well, the usual- take everything in my wardrobe and lob it onto the bed, higgledy piggledy like, and then picking pedal-pushers (to be worn with boots) and a vaguely sensible rockabully style top. And a big skull-and-crossbone necklace.
So, no floatiness for me. So I comphensated. BEHOLD: my Poppy Valentine Christmas present to myself. It was in the sale and everything- worth getting cold for!