On a quiet street in Chelsea yesterday afternoon. In my Ted and Muffy Freia boots… An uber new label to my closet and one I’m extremely excited about. Paired up with a bargain purchase shirtdress that I’m forever surprising people with when I tell them where it’s from.
Don’t get me wrong, I get a kick out of finding a non-bargain too. But for the most part, I’m growing wiser to what’s worth rinsing my disposable on and what’s best left on pinterest.
Like the Ted and Muffy boots for example. A no-brainer for me, I’ve an affinity with OTK’s as you probably know and these are robust enough to work day-to night, cool enough to stand out from the crowd. An instant attraction you could say. And ones I’ll wear to death over winter but for now sneak into my sartorially-confused-bi-polar-weather closet.
As for bargains and fall shopping in general, I’m becoming way more selective with ‘dupes’ and copycat clobber. Over summer, accessories like sunnies were great. I was scoring oodles of styles to figure out which one’s were worthy of a real deal investment. Sandals too, like the Chloé numbers Zara carbonated made sense to dupe, I mean I hang in South Ken not the Serengetti. Now the London sea’s getting a bit rougher, I’m more determined than ever to splurge a little.
All about the goodstuff.
With good reason, fashion month’s on the horizon. And there’s a lot of firsts happening for me this month. I’ll be heading to my first New York fashion week. I’m returning to London and presenting my first style event with Hoxton hotels. And for the first time ever I’ve preselected an entire wardrobe of super-new stuff to wear so I won’t be pinching from mum like last year. Sorry. Not sorry.
These Ted & Muffy‘s are made-to-measure (small calf syndrome) and arrived just this weekend. That means I’ve less than two weeks to break them in before the fashion circus kicks off. When I ordered them, the online form asked me to measure my calf at it’s widest point. Just picture Mr. Luxe whipping out his industrial metal tape measure then clamping it to my leg like an anchor while the dog licked my toes… A torture not as unpleasant as it sounds.
These boots though…. Freia. Fairytale fit.
L x
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