I asked my boyfriend for a colour scheme to get dressed today, and he responded 'orange.' I think he was joking by picking the most garish colour possible (AKA - going against everything about style I believe in), but I decided to roll with it.
I really do shy away from colours and tend to stay with my safe zones, but there was no better place to exude some fun into my outfit than the ever-glorious Brighton. I couldn't go from 0-100 that quickly, so I stuck with a black base - this little black shift dress from PLT. I got it in an 8 and it's not quite as 'loose fitting' as one would have hoped (I have got to lay off the cheese), and if I lifted my arms up whoever was behind me would be getting a very unfortunate view, but I just kept my arms firmly pinned to my sides and life went on with no casualties.
My Mum asked why I was going out in a tee-shirt, but I put that aside as being a typical parental moment.
My shoes are my beloved ponyhair loafers that I got for my birthday. They have broken in to be the most comfortable slippers alive. I've had lots of compliments on them and also a recurrent nightmare in which I wear them out and they go out of stock. I want to take these shoes to the grave with me.
The orange duster coat was actually super cheap, from New Look but unfortunately the piece de resistance is old season. You can get a very similar one from Jasper Conran though. My lipstick somehow matched exactly, and is Kate Moss for Rimmel, #12.