Roses are Red...

Monday, February 17, 2014

and violets are blue right? Well yes, but the the roses that I would decorate my imaginary flat in Paris with would be white, or maybe even yellow, just not red. And violets they maybe one of my favourite colours according to the rhyme but nope they make me sneeze.

If you read yesterday's post then you know I went to a fashion exhibition at Killerton House, and well I couldn't miss an oppotunity to dress up like the lady of the house. Boy have I been watching too much Downton Abbey..

I will never get bored of wearing this jacket, I will be sad to leave it at home when I go to university, it is my mum's after all. I will however be bring this cosy jumper that I bought last year in Bath from a street stall, not far away from the train station. Yes the roses are red, but they are also pink and knitted from a soft fuzzy wool/thread.

Of course I wore my chelsea boots and a black maxi skirt, so effortless and chic. Chic actually means elegant in french so I have rediscovered my love for the word again.

Underneath the cosy and rought outer layers there is a more elegant touch, layering my black maxi skirt over what is now a too short dress to create a more put together look seemed so right on a Sunday morning, and even if I do say so myself it was a good choice.

What on earth happened to my face? errrmmmm help

Yay a black and white selfie to showcase the bow on the dress and the pearl necklace that my boyfriend surprised me with on Valentines day! I feel like Audrey Hepburn outside Tiffany's as Holly go-lightly