I am such a freakin' hypocrite.
It was either the day, or the day after, that I did a post about how I'm not a trend follower, blah blah, so don't tell me I should wear pastels when I've been wearing them all these years without your help, thank you very much. I was walking back from seeing a friend for lunch, and passed Buckingham Palace, got tangled in the tourists and had one of those Wow, I can't believe this is my life, I LOVE THIS CITY SO MUCH moments.
Then I kept walking, through Knightsbridge and the tri-factor of H&M, Topshop and Zara. And the pastels.. the sorbet colours.. or, ice cream colours, as Veshoevious just did the definitive post about.. and while I, too, could go home and shop my closet, I became like one of those kids in the park. There's no point in Mommy telling them that 'we have ice cream at home', I wanted a cone NOW.
But especially, because I have the most delicious tops - tees and short sleeved knitted jumpers and cardigans and pullovers in every shade of strawberry, mint, blueberry, lemon, and mocha, what I really want, I mean, REALLY want, is a lace skirt, like this one from Zara. No, this is not a sponsored post, and I'm not bothering to link it - you guys know how to find it. They don't even know how badly I want this skirt. I just know that I could wear it so many ways. Not with these shoes - that's not me - but with flip flops, suede slippers, loafers and white socks, or even heels. Just a few minutes inside those shops gave me such a hunger for all things ice creamesque. And lace. All the trees are in blossom and isn't this just the most beautiful time of year?
I'm wondering, tho.. there's a fabric shop around the corner. I really should see if they have lace. If they do, it would be the easiest thing to sew. If I do, you'll be the first to know.