When I was younger, I wanted to go to an American high school. Then I wouldn’t have to wear a school uniform – I could dress however I wanted every single day. No more dated green culottes and knee-high socks.
So now that I’m a grown-up and I absolutely can wear whatever I want, I still choose to dress like an American teenager in my varsity jacket. I have been dreaming of such a jacket for many moons. So you can imagine my heart flutters as I saw this gold beauty draped around the shoulders of a mannequin at Moochi.
A couple of weeks ago I posted a gorgeous all cream outfit here which caused quite a stir. As promised, here is the top dressed down. This is a pretty typical Friday-night-lights outfit for me. Relaxed enough for dinner and drinks, with the potential to slip the teenage dream from my shoulders, revealing a silky cream corset and skinny jeans to see in the smaller hours.
Speaking of teenage dreams – the other day I received an email through the blog Facebook page from a disgruntled mother. Apparently her son came home with a love-bite and when she questioned him about who had attacked him, he pointed the finger at me.
It seems I have been a busy girl indeed….
Much love XX
Currently listening to (for the varsity memories): Roots Manuva – Movements
Photographer: Natasha Liman