Jumper - thrifted
Jeans - Primark
Fur collar - DIY
Boots - unknown
Bracelet - DIY
Brooch - vintage
SAD STORY: I spent weeks on end working like a slave in my local pub/restaurant, disregarding any social events (and sometimes even sleep!), to save for a beautiful duffle coat from Topshop. Hanging proudly on the shop rail basking in its own olive green colour and subtle fur a-plenty, it's extensive price tag was worth those long shifts and late night meals with my feet visibly throbbing.
Once mine, I wore it everywhere: walking the dog, to and from school, to and from work and occasionally in the house, obviously when it was 'really cold'. Sometimes I'd try and hide the fact I wore it almost every day by taking the hood off, you know, just to be a little bit daring...
However, our relationship was short lived as a manic two-week slot of work experience, involving darting in and out of Costa regularly, visting far too many charity shops and trying on an excessive amount of vintage dresses led to my last sighting of my beloved coat.
After a few almost tearful phone calls (I am joking. Honestly!) to Costa and various other shops my lack of luck led me to give up with my search. Which leads me to a question that I use far to regularly - "Where the bloomin' heck has it gone?".
There isn't a cliche light-in-the-end-of-the-tunnel in this story, but more of a dimly lit candle and a slice of bread to keep me going while I wait for rescue. I cleverly managed to take off the hood before I lost it (I now say this was completely intentional to suggest some sort of psychic ability) which featured the pretty fur I was so besotted by originally.
After an hour spent, that should have been spent studying, unpicking, I managed to detached this fur collar featured above. There's no denying the itchy-ness of it is close to unbearable but with my pretty lizard brooch this becomes a 'suffer-to-be-beautiful' scenario.
Thanks for reading and happy Tuesday!