You can’t see me, because I am a scrappy 40s cub reporter and thus an ingenious self-camoflager.
You have to find the best viewpoints,
But that’s really tiring.
Bonus; I feel it’s about time my boot inserts got some more love here. Rilakkuma. Now that I’ve replaced (half of) the zips, I’m re-motivated to keep them upright while they’re off my feet so the darn things do’t get mangled and give up immediately.
I am deeply enamoured with this hat because when I wear it I feel some sort of unearthly “permission” to look facially androgynous in a non-glamorous way. It’s magical.
Hat: Myton Hospice, jumper: Christmas gift (Jaeger), trousers: forgotten charity shop, socks: sock dreams years ago, boots: Dr Martens, slippers: Christmas gift (FitFlops)