Subliminal dressing.

Following my January moroatorium about not whingeing about the weather I have tried to set my mind on more positive things.  Admittedly, sometimes unsuccesfully, but I'm trying.  The weather has been grizzly, its true, but my trains have been on time, errr... Snowdrops! (see?).  One result of this new found positivity is that I have found myself dressing  ever more colourfully. I think my subliminal desire for Spring has been manifesting itself in my morning wardrobe decisions.  And by the looks of things, I really need Spring. (see below photo for evidence)


I very nearly wore my bright red coat with this too, but my mister gently disuaded me. "You'll look a bit crazy" was the was the silent postscript... and its true. This outfit perches perilously on the line in between colour chic and colour catastrophe, a line I do not always navigate succesfully. My boss once physically reeled backwards when he saw me, bowled over by a colour explosion, he said. Humph.  I seem to be making up for the lack of colour around me by platsreing myself in it instead, so I need to see further evidence of Spring before I fall over the fashion catastrophe edge.Spring; heed my warning!

I have been bouyed on, no doubt, by talk of this seasons clashing florals, colour blocking, neons, and confident pops of colour. Although thats just an excuse really. Bring on the rainbow I say. The crazier the better.

Anyway. I have a short week this week (hurray!) and we're seeing the in-laws this weekend which will no doubt involve lots of good food and booze, so i'm pretty excited. Have a sweet weekend cherries!
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