I like this skirt. And I like how it makes me feel Summery and that it's OK to eat all the ice cream in and outside of the house. But I wish that I could like it just that little bit more if it weren't so see through. I mean, I know Little B isn't complaining when he catches a glimpse of my undercrackers, but I'm pretty sure that the rest of the world and their nans don't wish to see that on a Sunday afternoon. Certainly not in a quiet little village.
Burton Cardigan | Pull & Bear Tee | Topman Jeans | Deichmen Boots
Little B's attire was more appropriate and ideal for a cheeky drink in the pub garden of the village but with my skirt situation, I planned to make some excuse in needing to get home for something. I hadn't essentially thought it through because I didn't actually have a good enough reason, and I couldn't quite tell the time on my beautiful new watch to mumble something within the next hour was arriving... But that's totally fine, because it's a pretty watch to wear. It's tan AND paisley and I am in love. So that's all that matters right?