It would have been Louise Brooks' 104th birthday this past weekend, and in her honour (Lies. Coincidence.) I Brooksified my hair.
Went on a school trip to an urban farm today, and it was fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-freezing.
Deco-print scarf - was a present, methinks it came from Next
Belt - The amazing Copenhagen charity shop
Very on-trend chunky-knit jumper - actual little boy's cricket jumper, stolen from an actual little boy (Mum bought it in Help the Aged for a friend's son but I thought it would look better on me)
Not pictured - chocolate leather bomber jacket from Oasis
Also not pictured - the ugliest trainers in the world
Oufit muses: Flying flappers Elinor Smith and Amy Johnson
I've got to admit, I miss my ginger locks a wee bit. I think the black washes me out a little, but it could just be the plague that I'm currently bearing manfully without whingeing (Lies. Lots of whingeing.) that's making me pallid. I feel like I need a smidge more definition with my make-up this week. Still, I like the raven hair, and what's the point in making a change if it's going to come out the-same-only-different?