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Let’s Get Back to Basics: an outfit of the day! (and new hair colour!)

Here comes the Sun! Well, giant ginger Louise...

Good afternoon folks! I hope you’re all enjoying this wonderful Saturday (no matter the weather, though it is nice and sunny here). Today is a quick post, which is somewhat reminiscent of early Jumper Dweller content: an outfit of the day, and some thoughts, of course.

Currently, I’m sat on the floor of my boyfriend’s room. I am being gently lain on by Hector, the beautiful dog of the house, and it is warm and sunny and I am happy. Unfortunately, it is not always warm and sunny and I am not always happy. BUT it is the moments of contentment, however small, however infrequent, that make life worth living. These days, I am often content. It has not always been like this, at one point I didn’t really see the point in this ‘living’ lark. But things are better and I am now writing this post. Wow. That was quite a tangent....

Anyway, I wanted to share my make-shift ootd (I only brought a few clothing pieces with me to Chris’s and this was the optimal combination!).

Details
Shirt: Viyella via charity shop
Top & jeans: Miss Selfridge 
Shoes: Dr Martens


The jeans are quite a jump for me (into the semi-known world of skinny jeans) as I’m not the most body confident person. I mean my body is alright, I just don’t overly like my legs. But, with some encouragement from Chris and a big dose of i-don’t-care, I’ve donned them for this post!

The shirt is a recent purchase from my local Cancer Research charity shop and I love it! It really compliments my hair (in my opinion!).

Carrot head!

Oh, speaking of hair! I recently (aka yesterday) dyed my hair with Tangerine Dream from Bleach London. My hair was a strawberryish blonde colour before and the new dye really injected some vivid colour, and I bloody love it! I’m going to attempt to keep my hair this colour (this is after one wash) so i’ll be stocking up. That’s if I can actually stick to it... Being the indecisive chameleon that I am...

I know this outfit isn’t the most exciting you’ve ever seen, but it must be known that sometimes I have dressed-down days too. I’m not always dressed up to the nines. No one is! I want to be authentic on this blog, showing the good and the bad. It’s important to me because it means I’m being myself. And myself is enough.


Also, side note, I apologise if there are any crazy autocorrects in this post. My iPad is very temperamental and almost always terribly wrong.

Let me know in the comments if you enjoyed this simpler (and less preachy) post and if you like, follow me on instagram @jumper.dweller

Thanks for reading folks, over and out!

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  1. Unknown14 April 2018 at 08:29

    Looking fabulous as always Louise x

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    1. L14 April 2018 at 10:05

      Thank you so much Shauna, I really appreciate your support and kindness xx

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