Scarlett Sometimes

A little while ago I was begrudgingly walking around Morden charity shops while holding my breath, when I found a pretty nice polyester jumper for £2. It’s not normally a colour I’d ever even consider wearing. But I guess that’s what’s so great about charity shopping, you don’t really have much of a choice and it’s so cheap you can afford to try new things out.

I would usually prefer to enter the spinning hellmouth that is Primark, than sift through rails of white leather skirts and multi-coloured stripe crop tops with suspiciously soiled armpits. This helps me sort of have no guilt about buying sweatshop made clothes, at least they’re only soiled with childrens tears.

I’m a bit of a charity shop/vintage snob, in the way what I think it’s vile wearing peoples second hand clothes. I get so freaked out about the snotty sleeves and the tissues in pockets and scrunchies in the bottoms of handbags. YUCK. But sometimes I can just about handle it, after a high temperature, vigorous wash.

Due to the vigorous washing, I’ve given this jumper enough electrical charge to keep the head-torches beaming on the sweatshop kids for long enough to finish my summer wardrobe. Instant reminders of how much of a terrible person I am for shopping in Primark are delivered to me in the form of static shocks and making my hair stick to my face. So actually, I am not a winner in this instance.

Jumper: British Heart Foundation

Jeans: New Look

Shoes: Office

I haven’t worn a fur coat for about 10 years. When I was really into Bikini Kill and Babes in Toyland, there are photos of me somewhere in a maroon body-con ribbed dress with black piping, Dr Martins and a white furry jacket, at a Babes in Toyland gig. I was stylin’ it mad yo. Anyway, I went through a period where I felt wearing a furry coat would make me look like a prostitute tramp; somehow ending up with the impression of a failed-at-life teenager smoking rollies in the subway (beenderdondat). I have now got to the age where I don’t actually care if I look like one of those teenagers, (in fact looking like a teenager is a bonus) so I bought myself a new furry coat, and ressurected the grungey prostitute era. It’s about time too.

coat: New Look

t-shirt: American Apparel

jeans: MissGuided.com

shoes: Vans

Necklace: New Look

Sunglasses: Primark

I was recently shopping in Brighton, which turned me into a stormy monster. I stormed into Topshop and saw something I quite liked, I kind of got the feeling from it that I would wear it forever, every day, and above all that it was really ‘me’. I get this feeling quite often about black clothes, because I wear a lot of black, so that makes sense. But this time I felt I was being quite impulsive, so I took it to the mile long queue and thought by the time I got to being served I’d have decided if this really was me being impulsive (and would later be grateful) or was just driven by the stormy attitude I seemed to be in. It must have been the latter as I suddenly decided downstairs in the mens department there would be a smaller queue, and I was right, infact there was no one there. So I paid, and stormed out the shop without having a chance to think clearly about my purchase. So this is how I acquired this jumper, something that I’d never normally buy, a cowl neck AND short sleeve jumper – wtf is wrong with me.

jumper: Topshop

leggings: New Look

shoes: Primark

ribbon: a material shop

I have this problem, and I’m sure I’m not the only one. Scrunched-sleeve-Popeye-arms. It happens when I wear a shirt (that is normally styled in a rolled-up manner and quite baggy), and then wear a cardigan over the top. No matter how much tugging and arranging (and mis-shaping the cardigan sleeves from putting two arms inside one) it is nearly impossible to flatten it out. I did notice with the puffy sleeve trend, H&M had a black cardigan that had puffed sleeves at the top and were tight from the elbow down. This would have obviously solved the Popeye-arm dilemma. But I tried it on and wasn’t convinced by the style, I don’t really understand why anyone would want to look broad shouldered, unless you have polio. That’s not very funny is it…

Cardigan: Topshop

Shirt: New Look

Leggings: New Look

Boots: Gap

I keep buying wooly hats. I can’t stop myself. I think I’ll put some on ebay that I never wear. I suppose in winter I’m going to wear a wooly hat every day (because I live by the sea and it gets windy and I hate cold ears), so it’s like getting a good haircut in the summer. Ok, I feel better now. The hat I bought today is kind of a murky dark grey/green.

I also bought a dress on ebay for 99p!!! It’s originally from Primark though. It looks better with a 3/4 sleeve top underneath, I’m not a fan of sleeveless shirts with collars, they’re a bit butch and make the sweetest person look instantly terrifying. That’s why I think this dress is appropriate for autumn, but going into storage for summer.

hat: New Look

dress: Primark

cardigan: Primark

wooly tights: Co-Op (!)

ankle boots: New Look

necklace: charity shop

Also, I’m selling some things on ebay, so please checkitoot.

Back to my Dexter marathon…

Everyone’s been complaining about autumn, I’m fully aware this means no more sunbathing, but this also means layers and accessories, which makes things so much more interesting than a vest and shorts and a sweaty fringe.

parka coat: Uniqlo

scarf: New Look

long cardigan: Topshop

dress: H&M

brogue shoes: New Look

Feeling moody.

cardigan: Topshop

t-shirt: stolen from my boyfriend

jeans: Topshop

sandals: New Look

bag: Stead and Simpsons

sunglasses: primark

Undecided weather, but today was lovely.

sunglasses: Primark

necklace: H&M

vest tunic: New Look

jeans: Topshop

flip flops: I have absolutely no idea