I've been rediscovering T-Shirts that I didn't know I had by shoving my arm into the pile and pulling one out at random. Like at lucky dip at the school fayre. You know you really need to sort out your wardrobe when you begin to lose things within the chaos. But approaching that kind of mess fills me with horror just thinking about it. Ugh.
I half destroyed my heels again over the weekend while attempting to break in a pair of Dr. Martens but I'm refusing to let that put me off wearing my beautiful, ENORMOUS creepers despite the fact I barely have any skin left on my Achilles. The love for them is such that I've resigned myself to just hobbling a little more than usual, rather than swap them for trainers. Currently loving wearing them with leggings finished off with a roll up at the ankle for a summer twist and whatever top I wrestled from my wardrobe.