My obsession with autumn continues, and this time I got my hands dirty. That’s the thing about London leaves – they aren’t exactly fresh-fallen-from-the-tree-golden-moments. Nope, they are nitty and gritty, but it will never keep me from reverting back to being a ten year old and wanting to jump around in them and throw them over my head. Only, maybe I should have thought twice before doing that while wearing a white jumper. This one washes perfectly, however, so I’m sorted!
What I’m Wearing: