It's always the way. When I'm packing before a trip away, I tend not to think about what the heck I'm wearing the days before because I'm an anally retentive freak who tries to prepare as much as possible for absence (in this case it's work). This is on paper a blah blah blah outfit. An inconsequential, nothing-ness outfit. For me though when I pulled on this poloneck jumper which I wore quite a bit at uni and zipped up the patent Doc Martens which I forced myself to buy in order to have a pair of flat 'errand running' boots... I suddenly regressed into my UCL uni days, something which I do every once in a while. Only because I'm a sentimental hack like that that reminisces over nerdy days heading off to the library... even if it does result in a god awful boring outfit as demonstrated below... the simple act of pulling on a jumper that has a polo neck (which I like to pull up over my mouth) and stomping around in boots and wiggling around my fingers in leather gloves on certain days can make me oddly satisfied. It's on days like these where I realise the way I dress isn't always for aesthetic gain and that sometimes, I'm after a specific feeling/memory instead...
