London Fashion Week is a funny kind of monster – it creeps up on you and you think you’re just going for a jolly and then all of a sudden it takes hold, a real ferocious up-all-hours-planning-outfits hold. Later you know that your whirlwind momentary insanity was pretty irrelevant but until TNT turn up last minute (I hope) and you’ve collected your sheep from the seamstress (don’t ask, insanity remember) your mind simply won’t rest.
I’ve been obsessing over Pinterest and in particular Nicole Warne at NYFW (all hail) and it’s killing me that there’s just not time to order this little gem from Bonprix because I need the houndstooth (Mr K just read that and he’s now worriedly guarding his teeth).
Selfridges sent over a pretty awesome survival hamper (thank you!) so I’m slathering La Prairie Caviar all over my underslept and miracle expectant visage and opening my eyes with Shu Uemura curlers which I’ve wanted for the longest time (and now I know why).
I’ve been roadtesting new stripes from Maison Scotch and, yeah, I caved on the jeans from this post… and the hat which I am borderline on keeping due to tiny head person issues. I’ve been browsing lookbooks galore and eating my greens and peering into those puppy dog eyes searching for clues on the perfect streetstyle outfit (FYI he said brown fur, every day).
So I’ve been looking at yellows (of course) and winter pastels (or is it spring pastels?) and graphic black and white and loving the discovery that my new Sophia Websters have a heart stitched into the sole… combine that with my new perfect red by Armani (401) and Valentine’s day (AKA day 1 of LFW) is looking pretty sorted…
Sorry for the sleep deprived ramblings and thanks for reading! Well it probably goes without saying that you can follow my madness on Instagram.x