To me, holidays mean I get to indulge in any sartorial fantasy I feel like every single day. Yesterday, that meant clashing two of my favorite garments this summer: my sleeveless, button up shirt with blue roses and a candy stripe Designers Remix skirt (both thrifted). Who would've thought they'd make such a cute, sociable couple? My sturdy, old Adidas tote bag from Berlin certainly did't feel like a third wheel.
I've been looking for an excuse to air my British flag socks from Topshop ever since I got them (which was after the Queen's Diamond Jubilee), so, naturally, I jumped at the chance offered by the Olympic Games in London and took them on their virgin journey on the day of the opening ceremony (WHAT A FREAKING GREAT SHOW!). Never mind the boiling heat when you're on a hell-bent mission to wear a pair of quirky socks. I paired the celebratory socks with my Miu Miu loafers from So Last Season, because I love socks in loafers. The loafers, however, are proving to be murder to break in; I've had them for good while now, and they still butcher my feet every time I wear them. Since the fear of pain has severely limited my use of them so far, I might just have to pledge to wear them twice a week until I've worn them in properly. I did, after all, buy them with the intention of rocking the shit out of them.