Sunday 20 September 2015 / outfit
September When It Comes
Still, I suppose, it grants me the opportunity to see Wolverhampton in autumn. I can follow the railway-turned-nature reserve and count the burnt orange leaves, and see the silver birch in front of my house change colour.
The dying embers of Summer granted us the nicest day in a long while. The feel of the sun on your skin is one of life's simple joys. Unlike a lot of bloggers, I'm not an Autumn person. I don't really like to be restricted by layers and coats and itchy jumpers. I loathe oppressive grey skies and the constant rain. My central heating hasn't worked in several years, and I walk everywhere, so I anticipate the death of summer with great hesitancy.
The dying embers of Summer granted us the nicest day in a long while. The feel of the sun on your skin is one of life's simple joys. Unlike a lot of bloggers, I'm not an Autumn person. I don't really like to be restricted by layers and coats and itchy jumpers. I loathe oppressive grey skies and the constant rain. My central heating hasn't worked in several years, and I walk everywhere, so I anticipate the death of summer with great hesitancy.
top - mom's (Primark)
skirt - charity shop
shawl - charity shop
boots - charity shop (originally Topshop)
hat - Zara
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