It's always difficult to post after there's been 'quite the discussion' going on in a previous post. It's sort of like a weird anti-climax. However I am a firm believer of mixing it up and now that my chunky ranting post is out there, then comes something light and fluffy.
As a reader pointed out "Eeeh... Outfit post please! Wanna see all your post Chrissie sale buys!" Alrighty then...jobs a good un. As it so happens, I do have an incredibly silly and fluffy tale to tell about the post Christmas sales. I didn't come out with a lot of goods but I am scarred for life. So I ventured out to Topshop Oxford Circus on Boxing Day because I promised my sister I would. After twenty minutes in there, I think I left a teary voicemail on my sister's mobile that went along the lines of "Pleeeeeease can we go now? I'm scared for my life!" whilst cooped up in a corner in the safe region of the non-sale racks. This voicemail may come back and haunt me later on.
Topshop is a haven in the early mornings, in the late evenings but NOT when there are rails and rails of sale racks on Boxing Day. I think at one point I was clambering over other girls on the floor who were looking for their size, that wound up looking like a mishapen cheerleading formation. Everyone's clothes hangers were hooking onto each other, dress interlockings were getting caught on handbags and hands were being shoved in everyone's faces as people scrambled to find their size. If it wasn't so frenetic, we might have stopped and realised that us strangers were all actually physically bonding with each other...
Given I was only gingerly looking, I came away with just the crushed teal velvet body and a rose-gold metallic bra. The coppery tones of the bra together with the Emma Cook shoes are somehow converting me into being a rose-gold/copper lover despite my fear of copper tubing (I don't like the sound they make when they knock against each other...). This is a variation of what I wore on New Year's Eve... some of the original components alas suffered some wear and tear of the stomach bile variety but instead, I've displayed my current unhealthy obsession with lame, the type that make very good outfits for Barbies but not much else...
(Topshop velvet body, Topshop leatherette bra, vintage blue lame skirt, vintage copper lame shirt worn as skirt, Tabio tights, Emma Cook ruffle shoes and black scrunchies)
The last bit of this post is even more fluffy given I have nothing to say about these Kurt Geiger cartoonish leopard print flats that I picked up in Liberty yesterday (not sure they're available on the KG site anymore...). I just seem to be inextricably attracted to leopard print that doesn't look like an actual leopard. I will definitely be seen but this time I'll try not to be heard...
(Topshop hat, New Look leopard print body, ASOS pink leopard print skirt, surfing neoprene shorts from Oak, Anna Heylen cape wrapped around waist Kurt Geiger leopard print shoes)
