Oh, who am I kidding? My shirt is AMAZING.
Kristen jeans - Topshop, cardigan - vintage, shirt - American Apparel, shoes and socks - New Look.
The reason I look so grumpy is because it is 6:20am in this picture and I am about to set off for work. This is also why I am wearing socks - it gets pretty chilly in the Yorkshire morn. I took them off later, I feel I must add, because I do not condone shoes with socks. I knew I had to post this though, because this shirt is my new favourite thing in the world. It makes me feel half like a waitress in an American diner, and half like Lol in This is England '86. Is either of those a bad thing? No way, Jose. Me and Hayley popped into American Apparel in Leeds on Saturday, and I was initially only going to purchase a woolly hat (those Yorkshire mornings again, freezing me to the bone), but then I saw the girl behind the counter wearing this shirt and I knew that I would never be happy again unless I owned it too. And here we are.
American Apparel is my dream store. Everything is so simple and classic, and almost everything is unisex, so you can either look girly and pretty or completely butch and cool, depending on your mood. Their long sleeved cord shirts, thick striped jackets and fisherman sweaters are next on my shopping list.
And to answer the question that is almost certainly passing through all of your minds - Yes. I do live in a pixellated computer game house.