This is what I wore on Saturday night for dinner and drinks.
It’s the first time in ages and ages and ages I’ve had bare arms and shoulders. I know you’re not meant to moan about body parts, If I’m completely honest, the reason I haven’t is that I do feel quite self conscious about my arms. They are just so massive relative to the rest of my body. My biceps are like a mans. I’m not saying I hate my arms, not at all, they are useful and strong, but I don’t like the way they look and I didn’t exactly want to draw attention to them. Though when I did wear this, it was actually ok, and I forgot about the whole thing really quickly. Noone noticed or cared. All anyone commented on was the skirt (which admittedly, is still amazing). Which is the moral of the story really. Forget your hang-ups because others just see your positives and don’t even notice the negatives, even when they’re out in the open!
top – gap
skirt – dave-made
shoes – clarks
bag – second hand shop in Paris
necklace – swap with ambika of (into) the fray