Shorty

top: Marks & Spencers, necklace: heirloom from my piglet years, shorts: Lipsy

I'm not really a shorts person. In short (get it?!) I'm always the person stood there awkwardly pulling down the hem in a poor attempt to cover more leg whilst deciding that I would have been better off living in an era where an ankle was considered to be too much leg. 

However deciding to throw caution to the wind and acting my age and generation I braved this lovely pair last week whilst on holiday in Barcelona. I think I'd wear anything if it was floral... except crocs. Never crocs.

Pig Lady

Dress: River Island

Last night in a antibiotic-daze (doolally is not even close) I watched both Marie Antoinette and Grease 2. Discerning choices, I know. Hence, this morning I decided to dress in a way that flits seamlessly from macaroon eating to drinking milkshake and dreaming of the ultimate man- a cool rider. 

Alas, neither of these scenarios happened to me today and instead I found myself in Bolton looking distinctly overdressed amongst the leggings and trainers- I'm pretty sure some people thought I was in fancy dress. More fool them when my cool rider shows up and we ride off into the Versailles sun set.