Dress worn as top: Dangerfield, Tank top: Bonds, Jeans: Topshop, Belt: Mum's.
If I'm not mistaken that outfit was actually worn last Friday. One of the downsides of being the only girl in the office is the guys not understanding the concept of expressing oneself through personal style. I receive comments everyday on the stuff I wear (shoes especially, a favourite question of theirs being "Just how many pair of shoes do you own?!") that range from complimentary to confused. When I told them that my top was actually a dress, I'm pretty sure I just about boggled their minds nine ways from Sunday. They recovered, shrugged and went, "girls!"
Another downside? Always having to put the toilet seat down. And sometimes these guys don't exactly flush all the way through, if you know what I mean.
This was last Sunday.
Top (with altered buttons): Savers, Tank top: Hand me down, Skirt: Forever 21, Shoes: Topshop
I'm slightly embarassed to say that those are new shoes. Again. My sister actually put me on a shoe buying ban after that 5-shoe-1-weekend blowout, but the leather brogues and I were meant to be. It was the last shoe of that style in a Topshop outlet I don't usually go to as it's not my local mall and it was in my size. The Footwear Gods totally wanted me to have them, I swear. I am merely just an instrument of destiny.