It's Monday evening and almost two weeks until Valentine's Day. I'm stood in front of my mirror dressed in a pair of bunny slippers, a leopard print scrunchie and a pair of frilly summer shorts. Around me piles of clothes are strewn in a mixture of frustration and indigence - the remnants of this year's Valentine's Day cull.
It's the same every year. I'm not even sure it has anything to do with Valentine's itself, but rather the countless pretty fashion edits and lovable style stories that seem to pop up every year. Pink frills, red lace and countless pretty slogan tops.
Just when I think I've finally nailed my personal style, I find myself taking a complete u-turn. All sense of reason goes out the window (and half of my current wardrobe) and I find myself sheepishly dreaming of pretty spotted shirts and heart embellished dresses.
These short-lived obsessions are something my boyfriend has witnessed a lot over the years. He's been there through the ripped denim stage, the bomber jacket phase, even my extensive and potentially life threatening flatform collection*...
This time I don't even think he'll bat an eyelid when I wander in the kitchen dressed head-to-toe in pink, knowing full well that I'll be back in my jeans and blazers by the end of the week.
And if I'm being honest with myself, he'd be completely right. It's only a matter of time before the infatuation wears off and all the pretty blouses and ruffled jumpers are relegated to the back of my wardrobe for another year. But for now I'm learning to embrace the change and enjoy stepping out of my comfort zone - and if this pink jumper is anything to go by, I'd say that's not necessarily a bad thing...
I'm wearing:
& Other Stories - Frilled merino wool knit
ASOS - Black Ridley jeans
ASOS - Pointed chelsea boots
*I managed to fall off a pair of particularly precarious flatforms on our first date and found myself shoe less in the middle of Liverpool One...
These short-lived obsessions are something my boyfriend has witnessed a lot over the years. He's been there through the ripped denim stage, the bomber jacket phase, even my extensive and potentially life threatening flatform collection*...
This time I don't even think he'll bat an eyelid when I wander in the kitchen dressed head-to-toe in pink, knowing full well that I'll be back in my jeans and blazers by the end of the week.
And if I'm being honest with myself, he'd be completely right. It's only a matter of time before the infatuation wears off and all the pretty blouses and ruffled jumpers are relegated to the back of my wardrobe for another year. But for now I'm learning to embrace the change and enjoy stepping out of my comfort zone - and if this pink jumper is anything to go by, I'd say that's not necessarily a bad thing...
I'm wearing:
& Other Stories - Frilled merino wool knit
ASOS - Black Ridley jeans
ASOS - Pointed chelsea boots
*I managed to fall off a pair of particularly precarious flatforms on our first date and found myself shoe less in the middle of Liverpool One...