Scarlett Sometimes

A few years ago I bought some grey leopard print leggings from Miss Selfridges. But I never really felt comfortable wearing them outdoors as they looked more like pajamas, so I wore them around the house and in bed. Then recently, while falling asleep singing an X song in my head, I had a revelation – I wanted some standard brown leopard print leggings, and I wanted them now. Thanks to ASOS’ new free delivery policy, I dragged myself out of bed and bought them immediately.

I have now received them (a teeth grindingly long 5 days later) and even if I think they only go well with baggy t-shirts, I still want to wear them every day. I love them so much. They’re like a lazy gesture at looking more interesting or staaahlesh. I dunno, I have no regards for what is fashionable, I read girlie magazines because I don’t have any other interesting hobbies. I went through my horses phase when I was 11, and grown women reading Cats World on a train usually smell like fish and beef jelly, so that’s not an option; however much I love the fluffballs. The music magazines are really disappointing these days, I remember when NME was in newspaper form and 90p. Funnily enough I’m quite bitter about spending £4 to read about music I don’t even like. And you can’t buy riot grrl zines in WH Smiths, unfortunately. So, Cosmo it is then (turns out I’m a selfish lover and I have cystitis).

I also ordered a Kill Rock Stars tote bag, that is huuuge and has tons of lovely pockets to lose my phone in and panic when I can’t find it.

When I went out wearing this outfit I felt really self conscious because it’s pretty much my pajama outfit, minus the grey leopard print leggings; and fluffy bootie slippers of course. It is, however, the comfiest clothes ever compiled in the history of dressing. If there was no fundamental laws of physics, I’d go back in time (in my phonebox) and rub it in Victorians faces. I’m not even wearing a bra, fuck you.

Cardigan: Topshop

T-shirt: American Apparel

Leggings: ASOS

Bag: KRS

Shoes: Office

I have been stalking this Finnish girl for months now, I found her on lookbook and am now obsessed with her blog, she’s adorable. Only 17 though, so it makes me feel a bit like a weird old man rubbing my knees while scrolling down her blog with my penis. Anyway, she has inspired me to make this blog a bit more easy going, and more of a place to put up any old pictures, instead of this fashion Nazi style I’ve accidentally adopted.

I’ve recently acquired 3 pairs of the same shoes in different colours. The best part about this insanity is the first pair (pewter) were £35, the second pair (black) £20 and the third (bronze) £10!

That picture gives me vertigo but I took it pretty much in the dark with a good flash. The pewter are so soft they’re like wearing slippers, but I was really disappointed by the black pair as they are really thick and aren’t that comfy, I may even sell them. The bronze are quite comfy but not as much as the pewter.

I think there’s only a turquoise colour left in this range of shoe. I’m not European enough to pull blue shoes off, perhaps that Finnish girl has a pair. I’ll check her bins for a receipt.

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

This dress is so uncomfortable after eating loads of pasta.

I rediscovered these shoes after they were lost for about a year, they have sequins stuck in the inside soles, I don’t know how that happened. Office used to do some really cute geeky shoes about 3 years ago. Last time I remember wearing them was to a London hairdressers appointment where the woman doing my hair said: “I’m going to assume you are geek chic?”.  I was wearing a Kate Moss dress at the time too, so that’s how seriously geeky these shoes are.

Anyway, I really like them and I love this dress that my aunty bought me for Christmas, I tried to wear it New Years Eve but I was too full of carbs to cope.

Dress: H&M

T-shirt: Topshop

Tights: Ebay

Shoes: Office

Necklace: Topshop

Ring: Asos

A recent trip to London let me fall prey to H&M and Uniqlo, where I bought a new cardigan and flannel shirt. I’ve been looking for an Icelandic-style cardigan for ages now, last winter I managed to get a beige one from Primark but it was 3/4 length sleeve, aaargh why?!?! So I have FINALLY found one, long sleeve and more importantly, black.

cardigan: H&M

jeans: Topshop

ankle boots: Priceless

I was also faced with the dilemma of checked flannel shirt or being cool. It seems checked flannel shirts are all over the place now, everyone and their dad have one. Being a big fan of the ‘grunge’ look (that every 3 seconds a 14 year old is ruining), I am relieved I don’t have to go to second hand smelly boy shops and adjust them to fit me, anymore. But at the same time I’m a little guilty of looking like I’ve joined the club. Sigh.

I did, however, decide Uniqlo offered the best checked flannel shirt range, and I have less chance of bumping into the matching shirt on a foolish bumwart who got theirs from The Gap.

shirt: Uniqlo

jeans: Topshop

shoes: Vans at Office