I’m not going to lie, I’m more of a winter breed, and there are few things I like more than rediscovering and replenishing my winter clothes. I’ve spent the last few weeks feasting my hungry little eyes on new stock drip-drip-dripping in, and now it’s all arrived in a flood.
Last week, Mr T and I hit the shops in Leeds, and did some damage. Here are the current new beauties of my wardrobe, although I still have a list as long as my arm… Sigh.
As you can see, my colour palette tends to the grey, black and white. Mr T says none of those count as colours, but he’s wrong. I’ll let him off though, as he bought me my lovely Adidas Gazelles, which I’ve been gazing (no pun intended…) at for a while. He actually bought them to say congrats for swimming the Channel; all together now – awwwww, bless.
This gilet is bleeding gorgeous. I had to beg the sales assistant in Mango to rummage in the store room for it as they hadn’t put it on the shelves yet. I’m convinced this is going to be really useful, as I can even layer a jacket underneath it when it gets colder.
I don’t usually ‘do’ heels, but these are lust worthy, in my humble opinion. The straps mean that I can actually walk in them, they also hide my less-than-stunning feet, and the block heel means they don’t hurt. It’s a miracle! And I love the shiny toe plate too.
It’s sheer, but not so sheer you need to wear a vest top underneath, it’s charcoal grey, and it’s soft. What is not to love about this? Plus, the long hemline means I can wear my new leather-look leggings underneath and not feel like I’m flashing too much!
Yes, I know this is basically the same as the jumper above, but it’s not really. It’s a different grey. A lighter grey. It’s versatile. And I love it.
The aforementioned leather-look leggings. These are a first for me; I’ve always admired the ladies who can carry off leather leggings or trousers and look sexy without looking too OTT, but I’ve never had the guts myself. Why? Because leather and pleather have a tendency to cling where you don’t want them to. I also can’t get Ross from Friends out of my head, and I loathe pleather when it looks seriously plastic-y. I tried on several pairs in River Island. One pair zipped up, but I honestly couldn’t tell which was the front and which was the back; either way I tried they looked awful, and when I finally pulled them off, my legs were pretty sweaty. Gross. These ones, however, pull on (quite easily as it turns out); the high waist means there’s no dreaded muffin top, and I figure as long as I wear tops that cover my bum, I think I can just about get away with them. I’ll keep you updated…
My lovely Gazelles. Thanks Mr T x
You can NEVER have too many pairs of skinny black jeans. NEVER!!! And the Leigh jeans are soft and thin, with enough stretch to give you a fitted look but not so much that they’re bagging at the knees a few hours later.
Finally, some new black boots. I love an ankle boot. Like, really, honest to God, would marry them if I could, LOVE an ankle boot. They are so useful. And a pair with a walkable wearable chunky cuban-esque heel? Well, you’ve just about made my day. Mr T doubts the usefulness of black suede, but I like a slightly battered look to my shoes. So there. These will not be the last pair of ankle boots I thrust before your eyes. Just a gentle warning.