I'm becomming increasingly tired, bored and downright mad with this British weather.
And I know, we say it every year, and I know I've lived in this country for the past 24 years, but jeez louise, when will spring get it's pretty little bum here!?
I am currently in the biggest wardrobe rut of the century, completely bored of each and every item in it. Bored of being too cold, bored of my fringe blowing all over the show, JUST BORED!
So I'm throwing fire to this god awful weather and rebelling against it. Yes you've guessed it, I went bare legged for the first time last week and it felt awesome. Albeit a little bit cold *note the goosebumps on my legs* but hey, it felt good to get some fresh air to my pins and feel like a new lease of life had been injected into my style stakes.
Skirts are my best friend throughout spring/ summer and it felt pretty damn good to be reunited with them for this brief outing last week, and when I say brief, I mean a short walk from our flat to our car... Brief.
