These photos were taken approximately an hour before my head imploded and my nose turned into a tap. Looking at these pictures, though, it does looks as though I'm about to come down with something. It seems despite being shrouded in my best snuggly clothes and my preventative flu jab, I've caught a cold ... I am not impressed.
But back to the clothes. For some reason wearing two pairs of tights and teeny tiny shorts makes perfect sense to me, layered with a similar hued snood, DMs and this gorgeous jumper that I don't feel comfortable wearing until firmly into October. It has a distinctive festive vibe that seems premature before then.
I got this coat a little while ago, from the men's section in one of our favourite spots 'Resurrection' in Liverpool. The snug fluffy lining caught my attention and I liked the boxier fit of the menswear, it adds a great slouchy silhouette to some of the skimpier autumn outfits I find myself opting for in rebellion against the cold. I've been wearing it almost non stop. Another great perk of a men's coat is that it comes with a crap load of pockets, perfect for days when you're fingers are numb and routing through a bag is a pain in the arse. And it's warm, really warm. From the moment I had hold of it, I wasn't quite so anxious about tackling winter.
For now, though, I have to go back to snuffling and whining and shuffling about demanding cuddles. Standard cold behaviour. God, I hate colds.