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Silly Ruby and Joseph's Magical Dream Coat

Hi everyone! 

So, this is my very first post (of many, I hope) on this particular blog, Jumper Dweller. I'm no stranger to blogging, I must say, having made many different ones since 2012ish. However, in the past I have found it difficult to remain consistent, an issue I hope to override with this blog. 

I suppose some of you lot might be wondering about me (maybe?), and so I'll say my little blurb and get on with today's outfit, which I'm sure is why you're all here. 

My name is Louise and I'm pretty much the title of this blog: I live in jumpers, dwell in them even. I'm a 22 year old autistic vegan, recovering from a serious mental illness with a huge interest in clothing and personal style, living in Guernsey in the Channel Islands. People watching is my passion, though I never notice what the people I watch actually look like, but rather what they're wearing. I have an obsession with the colour yellow and can't get enough of rainbow items (as you'll see in future blog posts, I'm sure). I recently graduated from the University of Chichester with a degree in Theology and Religious Studies with English and am currently working in retail here in Guernsey.  

Anyway, that's enough about me, onto the clothes! 


My dog, Ruby, was insistent on interfering with the photo-taking process, but fortunately she produced some pretty cute (in my opinion) candid photos! 




I like to call this coat my Joseph's magical dream coat (as coined by a friend at university). If I could link this wonderful coat, I would, but unfortunately it's a vintage one-off from Beyond Retro (by God, I love their Brighton store, which happens to be down a tiny side-street a little off the beaten track).

And now, for the entire outfit rundown: 
Coat: Beyond Retro
Top: Miss Selfridge
Waistcoat: my grandmother's 
Trousers: Vintageous Rags (on depop)
Socks: Topshop
Shoes: Vans (ft. massive hole!)


  And finally, a selfie to end the post. Thank you for reading, you lot, especially those of you have come over from my Instagram, which is @jumper.dweller (in case you didn't know).

Anyway, thanks guys, over and out! 
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