SPECKS, BACK FAT & 70s TRAIN
You might not know that about me, not that you would have been in possession of a decent piece of goss anyway, but I can’t see sod all. SOD ALL. For some reasons my mum waited for my 17th birthday to deem me old enough to wear contacts (she also allowed the eyebrow plucking in the process, but popularity didn’t spring straight away as I forecasted) and I’ve tried to steer clear of glasses ever since. But my eyes are part-time prats and force me to switch back to goggles sometimes.
Yep, while you’re raiding the city in your shades, I’m that specky nerd pushing the frame back up her nose everytime she inhales.
I was about to take off my not so beloved bifocals pals to shoot this outfit when I realised it would be the first time they’d actually frame well with la Freddie du jour. I’m back on that 70s train, you know I’m never far away from it anyway. Since I was feeling ballsy enough to wear nude shorts (how many people walked past me thinking I was half naked? Cringe. Cringe. Cringe.), I knew the glasses wouldn’t be such a problem once thrown in the mix.
I’m in awe evertyime I see this cardi, navy and orange are always such a killer combo and its cropped cut take the geeky edge off a bit, while leaving room for the high-waisted shorts to creep up my waist. Oh and the lacy number underneath? I’m not sure how, but it will squeeze in every inch of back fat your body dared to grow. Simples.
And the obsessive matching got to live another day thanks to this too cool for school pair of brogues. Shame I had left my satchel at home, it would have been the jam on the baguette – wouldn’t it?