Top: Urban Outfitters
Denim shirt: thrifted
Badges: thrifted and Afflecks
Patch: The Beatles museum
Over the weekend I trekked into Manchester with two friends in the midst of a tempest, all in the name of shopping. I am beginning to seriously consider seeing a therapist for my shopaholic-like tenancies. Perhaps I should start introducing myself to people with, "Hi, I'm Sarah, and I have a compulsive shopping addiction."
We came across this rather impressive looking wall filled with graffiti of iconic photographs of Twiggy and Audrey Hepburn; isn't it just the epitome of awesomeness?! As you might be able to guess from these photos, I wanted to channel my inner angsty teen, complete with varies badges, lashings of velvet, and I multitude of skulls. Oh, and you might have already spotted my creepers making their début- I cannot stress enough how much I love them!
If you've been reading my blog for a while, you will probably know by now that I am utterly and completely head-over-heels in love with velvet. I usually wont travel far without one of my trusty velvet skirts or my velvet dolly shoes in tow. In fact, you're more or less guaranteed to see my adorned in the fabric. I adore the entire aesthetic of it; and how it requires so little effort yet still looks incredibly fabulous and always exudes such a grungy vibe. Maybe velvet is another thing that I should check into a rehabilitation clinic for. That being said, if I went to rehab for every single one of my obsessions (and no, I am not implying that I am addicted to drugs or alcohol. When I said obsessions, I was thinking more along the lines of Alex Turner or "Clueless"), then I'd probably spend my entire life confined to a small white room with padded walls. I seem to be attaining an ever-growing list of obsessions; but I wont bore you all by listing every single one of them.
I hope you're all having a lovely day, despite that fact that it's Monday (boo).
Hugs and kisses, Sarah xo