Dress: H! by Henry Holland. Bag: Salisbury’s. Shoes: Primark.
Today, my boy and I went for a little walk while the sun was shining. We’re extremely lucky to live in our favourite area of Glasgow now, and it’s always perfect for a wander when you’re bored and poor (like we are just now!). We decided to take a little trip through the beautiful Kelvingrove Park, which is near our flat and is just delicious on a sunny day; rolling hills, lush green grass and the stunning view of Glasgow University in the distance. It’s my favourite place for a picnic, and it’s easy to see why!
I wore this lovely little lemon tea dress from H! by Henry Holland at Debenhams. It was originally on sale last year, but I couldn’t afford the price tag for yet another tea dress, so reluctantly left it on the rack, even when my mum phoned to tell me she’d seen this lovely dress in Debenhams that screamed “me” at her. Of course it was this dress, but by the time I decided I wanted it, it had gone. Months passed, and in January, while looking for a birthday present for Lewis, I saw it on the rack. Lovely and lonely, and in my size. And £8. I raced to the till and never looked back!
I’ve been saving it since then for warmer weather, as I’m not sure it looks right with my trusty black tights, and I’m so happy to be making the most of it now. I added the broderie anglaise trim myself last week, to pretty it up a little more and also add an inch or so to the bottom, and I love how it looks – so fresh and delicate! I wore it today with some battered leopard print ballet flats, and my vintage Salisbury handbag, bought at a boot fair for £2! They fetch stupid money on eBay, but I couldn’t bear to part with it.
This may be the last time you see me with my hair like this too – I’ve spent the last few days indulging in endless episodes of New Girl and long spells on Pinterest, and am now 99% sure that tonight, I will be cutting my fringe back in. Although I’ve been growing it out since February. I’m also about 99% sure I’ll regret it in a few days and start growing it out again. C’est la vie.