Claire is wearing a pink men's t-shirt [Primark], wide ox-blood leather woven [charity shop], red long wide-leg culottes with purple and magenta flowers and purple dots [vintage, from Pop Boutique Manchester] and tan leather boots [Topshop].
Covadonga is wearing a red football shirt [the centenary shirt to be precise, Swansea City FC official shop].
The culottes' sneakiness continues, as my housemate was surprised to learn I had in fact been wearing a kind of trouser, not a skirt. She then proceeded to call them clown trousers, from the 1970s but emphasised at least that they were nicely coloured and patterned clown trousers.
I reminded myself of a yogurt today, one of those fancy ones, which has a layer of raspberry yogurt with fruity sauce with bits in at the bottom. I do like yogurt.
I have continued my personal campaign to wear more pink and brought out my craved-for t-shirt again. I have heard that red and pink should be mixed with caution. However, referring back to my yogurt analogy, the lighter red that pink can be, or the lighter purple that lilac can be, I think complements the more fierce tones of both.
Furthermore, previously dubious about tan or brown and pink, I have been proved wrong. My tan boots, I don't think, look too out of place today. I put my more in-keeping coloured belt to continue the brown leather theme, so they wouldn't look quite so stuck on. I would compare myself to a strawberry crème at this point, but I feel I'd need more chocolate and less pink syrup to work that look.
And I've mentally consumed enough e-numbers referring to pink colouring already.
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