five outfits

camel ribbed zara top, ebay. jeans, charity. casio watch, amazon.

purple silky top, charity. button down skirt, ebay.

black sheer shirt, charity. brown suede highwaist trousers, ebay.

green shirt, beyond retro. scalloped shorts from topshop (they've temporarily disappeared from the site but you should find them still in store.)

'nbc decision' 1988 presidential race tee, urban jungle vintage, bushwick NY. skirt as before.

Five outfits I have on current rotation. It feels like something has clicked this year with my style. I feel so much more at ease with more of an understanding of what I like and what works for me. I stick to the same formula with shapes (a-line mini skirts, trousers with high waists) and textures (suedes or comfortable cottons). I've also utilised eBay this year, it's now where a majority of my clothes from and being able to search for exact keywords is a godsend over charity shop trawling where I find my success is completely mood dependant. As somebody who is pretty frugal (I try to live below my means and prioritise saving for travel) I find it difficult to justify the price tags of even high street stores and buying second hand means that you're not confined to the trends in the shops.  Maybe I'm just growing up, I feel like there's been a lot of that this year. With September just around the corner I'm finding myself already feeling sentimental about my Gap Year before it's even finished..

But back to clothes ('this is a fashion blog,' I hear you say 'less of the deep stuff!') I seem to be taking my commitment to the camel trend pretty seriously at the moment where trousers are concerned. Literally. I was walking through the park the other day, wondering if my Topshop Camel Jamie jeans were given their name for a reason besides the colour when I kid you not some charmingly mannered 15 year old shouted 'camel toe bitch!' at me. After one of her comrades had chucked a stone at me! I have to applaud her brilliant insult based on pure value for comedy but all the same.. I arrived home in a rage with my Mum standing patiently as I ranted about how these days nobody stands up to shitty mouthed teenagers and what happened to youths having a healthy fear of their elders? and yadda yadda and then I moved onto knife crime before we both became bored of my general tirade and quietly crept off to go about some other business. Needless to say my camel jamies are now worn with tops just covering the crotch. Lond aran jumpers were never so handy..