It's difficult for me to shock friends and family with what I wear. They've seen it all: from the punk with a face full of piercings, and the PVC-clad black-and-white haired goth, to the Gaga-obsessed crazy shoe wearer, to the give-anything-a-go-girl I am today. Nobody has batted an eyelid when I've had pink hair or worn 6-inch-platforms. It's just what they're used to.
Good to know, then, that I am still able to cause some surprise. Never have I worn anything like an ugg boot before (which I learned last year is just the generic name for this type of boot) and I vowed that I would never succumb: until last week, when seemingly for no reason I woke up to find my left foot like a balloon (okay.. I say for no reason, but I may have fallen out of my JCs mega-flatforms at some point in the week prior). Luckily my mum kindly donated her Emu boots for the duration of my injury, and they've barely been off my feet since. Everywhere I've been there have been cries of you, in uggs?! and I've never seen you in uggs before!! It's great to keep everyone on their toes. Maybe it'll be Crocs next time..
I guess I could have shoehorned my foot into a somewhat more glamorous pair for photos but in reality these are all I've worn for almost a week. Whatever, I think I've styled it out in tonal hues and my approximation of the pinafore-plus-blouse look that is ubiquitous right now.
The moral of the story? If you're going to wear ridiculous shoes, just make sure your mum is there to save the day with a sensible pair.
Charity shop coat
(I think after this winter this coat will be going to
leopard heaven.. I may get this instead)
Mum's Emu Australia boots
Elephant backpack present from ma & pa