This is h’actually last weeks load of attire but what ya gon’ do! It’s official: I dress like a kook. I spent part of last week dressed as a clown, part as a traffic cone and part as a boho builder – a hybrid borne of a builder who’s really into floral silks and floppy hats. I am at one with my quirkiness and I think the fella I walk past every morning at 8 o’clock is too. A wolf-whistle or a “wow, that’s a statement” from him suggests whether, in the opinion of the opposite sex, I fall in the ‘cute’ or ‘kook’ category. I think he’s wolf-whistled all of one time. So I’m guessing men don’t dig the freak in me. OH WELL.
Having written the descriptions for the garms above, I have realised how much of a Topshop hussy I am. If anyone from Toppers is reading this, please consider creating a loyalty card.