my proudest moment

I didn't end up wearing those pretty shoes was planning to. I woke up and it was an hour and a half after I was meant to wake up, so I was meant to have left home twenty minutes before I WOKE UP.

I had to run. No time for uncomfortable cork wedge experimentation. So sorry, no report on that just yet. Luckily the weather seems to have cooled down a bit so I can go back to my beloved winter boots.

I did, however, have time to photograph my one-step outfit. I have started chronicling them, you see, because that only takes a minute.

Now these photos are exceptionally rubbish. They are taken in the reflection of my dusty mirror in my often poorly lit bedroom with a little point-and-click by yours truly. Which is why I haven't taken up the habit of posting my daily photos on this blog; this is meant to be a collection of pretty things, and my outfit photos are really anything but.

I'd prefer to take nice photos to share with you all. But I am so so so tired (hence why I managed to sleep through my alarm). And I really don't think you want the alternative, but in case you do, this is what it would be like:


^^Me, trying to snap the pretty bow on the back of the top I wore today. No, I didn't upload the second photo by accident.