Friday, 17 June 2011
in the attic
How can I follow last post's yellow dress? Well, I can't really, so I won't try. I've been thinking how the blog somewhat misrepresents how I dress anyway. I do of course wear dresses pretty often, but really, I work from home, and I'm quite happy to wear the same thing (ie. this) for three days in a row. Kallie and I were talking about this when we met; sometimes, despite being style bloggers, style is really not top of the agenda. She responded with this post. Nicole talked about some of the same things last week here. Consider this my entry into "reality check wear!" Because life doesn't take place in a field of flowers every day.
In fact, it takes place in an attic, at least in Bonn, where I carved out a cozy nook for myself with my wonderful Day of the Dead cushions (bought at Spitalfield's Market in London; they make me so happy), and some co-ordinating flowers from my lovely boyfriend. And I proceeded to catch up on my journal, and then read a bit of Steinbeck (currently The Grapes of Wrath), conveniently forgot that I should really be researching, and gazed out the window.
***Edit*** Hey guys, I'm enjoying the spontaneous links to your own non-dressy looks. Keep them coming!
Photos by Albert
Warehouse jeans, Alfred Sung shirt, my sister's anchor necklace and my boyfriend's watch.