Claire is wearing a sky blue mottled men's t-shirt [Primark], from charity shop], long blue hand-knitted cardigan [knitted by my Nan], batwing orange, black, white and grey patterned long-line cardigan [Yessica at C&A, from a charity shop], navy, orange and cream patterned culottes [St Micheal, from a charity shop], grey leopard print thermal socks [George at Asda] and tan leather boots [Topshop].
Covadonga is wearing a pair of green hand-knitted mittens [Leeds Kirkgate Market].
We appear to have time traveled back to the midst of a more mild winter, judging by the grey, flat skies. But having run out of leggings, I decided to brave it with bare legs, and I have to remark that it wasn't as bracing as expected.
I compensated for my bare legs with numerous layers on my top half. There's two cardigans, a t-shirt and I balanced my oversize and lined bleached denim jacket on the top. The sweats inevitably began about a third of the way in, but I persevered having set my rucksack firmly on my back like a shell, it wasn't going to come until I arrived. Should have placed the less, woolly and synthetic number further away form my armpits.
I've tried to mix it up (Lord, that ages my narrative voice) today with some complimentary yet clashing prints. The trick being picking your colour palette and vigorously sticking to it.
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