I wore this on Friday, on the day after election. Maybe my subconscious didn’t want me to wear the colours of any of the parties now engaged in the back and forth deal making. Or maybe I just wanted to wear that skirt and took my matching obsession a little too far.
I look really young here despite the old ladyish skirt. I think I’m regressing. I actually got ID’d twice in the last few weeks, and I’m nearly 29. I think it’s the long hair and the couple of kilos I’ve put on which seem to have gone straight to my cheeks, which I accept make me look younger. But you know, not 17.
The first time when I was asked recently I could at least put it down to doorman boredom, because he asked for ID before we’d even close to the door. But the second time I was actually chatting to the bouncer, and he was just about to put the overage wristband on me (this was an over 16s gig), and he stopped and said ‘actually, can I see some ID…’. Ridiculous.
scarf – swap
shoes – clarks
everything else – charity shops