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Louise's New Clothes (And no, they're not invisible)


Good evening folks! 


(Earrings: Miss Selfridge)

Today (well, tonight) I wanted to welcome two new pieces (that I absolutely love) into my wardrobe. Admittedly, minimalism is not going very well for me; even the whole 'New Year, New Me' concept isn't driving me forward enough to curb my clothing habit. That being said, I have definitely cut down on my buying, and am being far more careful about what enters my closet. 

The two new (and definitely far from invisible, do you get the reference?) pieces that I'll be talking about today are both very "statement" (I don't like to use that term all too often as I like all my items to be "statement" items!) and both very "Louise." 

In light of this new (to you) information, and the sneak peak in the above photo, let's get onto the outfits!

Not So Mellow (Yellow) Cardigan


Throwing together this outfit was honestly so much fun! I mean, what could be better: glittery trousers, more than enough yellow and pretty damn funky shirt? I cannot presently think of a more fun combination, and I can't wait to wear this to work, when the mood strikes. 

I also love that this cardigan is ethically made - it's from the brand Ekyog. I must admit, after weeks of walking past said cardigan in the window of my local Ekyog, I knew it had to be mine, all mine. Even the lady claimed it was 'very you' (meaning me, of course, not you, hehe). 


(Also an apology from my hair to you: the wind was crazy and it would. not. stay. out. of. my. FACE.) 


Details: 
Scarf: Accessorize 
Shirt: charity shop (unknown brand)
Trousers: Miss Selfridge
Cardigan: Ekyog 
Trainers: Reebok x Face


Beetlejuice Blazer? (Aka the closest I can physically get to monochrome)


As the title suggests, I tried my absolute best to be monochromatic with this outfit. Technically, but not that obviously, I did not succeed, as my leggings are a deep blue. However, it is pretty much as akin to black and white that I can be without developing colour-withdrawal symptoms. 

The blazer truly does suggest Beetlejuice (did I spell that right? Who knows...) with its black and white striped eccentricity. The velour leggings feature as an exciting (really?) 80s twist. The glittery turtleneck offsets the velour and the docs are, well, permanently attached to my feet. It's a look, I must say, if a little duller colour-wise than usual. 


Textures make this look, that's for sure! 


Details:
Blazer: Miss Selfridge
Turtleneck: charity shop (unknown brand)
Leggings: BDG 
Shoes: Docs 

And so, here I conclude tonight's post. I did intend to post this a tad earlier but it took absolutely forever to upload the photos to blogger (gah). Please let me know if you liked this style of post and what you'd like to see next (if anything at all).

I hope you enjoyed seeing my new and entirely visible clothes (comment below if you liked the reference, I thought it was quite drôle! 

Thank you for reading and check out my instagram, should you feel so inclined. 

Much love, over and out! 

@jumper.dweller


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