Call me quackers, but I can't think of a better way to spend Good Friday than watching a load of rubber ducks race along the River Irwell. Spinningfields took to hosting the event like a duck to water, and it was so busy I couldn't see the race well, but I took that like water off a duck's back.
Hohoho, I do like to begin a blog post with a handful of puns, maybe I should write headlines for The Sun or something. But anyway, today was Manchester's annual duck race and I went along for a punt and a pint. I think the ducks had a pretty heavy night as some were disqualified for turning upside down, and one poor guy had to be rescued by a canoeist. They really ducked that up, huh? (Sorry. Last one)
The sun did actually come out for a little while today but my gosh was it cold. I'm sorry to go on about the weather but it is not only getting me down in the dumps, it has totally messed up my style mojo. I know what I want to wear though I have to make it work with my leopard coat - which in previous years I've only worn on the very coldest of winter days, but I've literally worn it for five months straight this time. I'm sick of the sight of it but there is no way I am buying a new winter coat this late in the game! I'd be much happier if it was even warm enough to wear a faux fur jacket, at least they show a bit of your outfit and I could change things up a little. But despite the sun I was still freezing in my thick coat.
I tried to cheer myself up by giving my wardrobe a spring audit, which did give me some new ideas and also reminded me of this dress which I picked up for a whole £2 at the Clothes Show. I liked its daisy embroidery and kinderwhore vibe, though I think it could really benefit from a sawn-off raw hem to add to its riot grrl disposition. That, and bare legs, pastel ankle socks, flatforms, and no jacket... that'll be spring, then.
H&M coat (similar)
Topshop boots (similar)
Forever 21 bag
A not-at-all awkward photo of me with a giant duck and a weirdo lurking in the background. Standard.