jumper dweller

My goodness, this dress!!!  Dress: E.F.L.A  Good evening folks! I hope you're all well. Today I had intended on publishing a blog post (which will now be up on Wednesday) called 'how to make each day an adventure,' but instead let's discuss a particular style adventure I'm embarking on. A pivotal point, if you will, and the beginning of an exploration of femininity (yes, I am a little scared, but it's all very exciting!).    A little while ago I wrote a post entitled 'Style Paralysis: How to get out of a style rut' and you guys seemed to really like it. So, I wanted to share a little bit of what coming out of that rut has looked like for me: the resolution of paralysis (the movement maybe?).  Peace and love! It began with a dress.  I found this dress in a vintage/designer charity shop a week or so ago, and it ignited a flame deep within me - I want to be feminine, I want to be pretty, and that's okay. As Tavi Gevinson once...

The current situation (aka mistake!) A couple of days ago, I dyed my (very professionally and expensively done) semi-permanently pink. And I do not like it. Thankfully it was quite fitting for a viewing of Lady Bird last night at our local cinema, as my hair had become the exact reddish-pink colour of Saoirse Ronan's pretty head. I cannot pull it off quite (okay, anywhere near) as well. A mistake was made, impulsivity was fed, and I must now move on and pray that it fades out swimmingly. Thank God it only lasts 10-12 washes.  But anyway, today's post is about how to embrace those silly things we do style/hair-wise, while also taking steps to move on from these mistakes. I know I've been doing a lot of tips recently... But! Here are my tips!  Smile and the world laughs at you... Okay, I'm not really that negative, hopefully they smile back.  1. Make the best of a bad lot!  So, you've been to hairdresser and they've made somewhat of a reli...

Artist: Adam Trump at Ritual Tattoo, Guernsey On Friday, I made a huge commitment. No, I didn't tie the knot with my very handsome boyfriend (that won't happen for quite some time, but maybe someday). I got a chest tattoo. I made the decision to become far more tattooed than my parents ever anticipated when I got my very first tattoo at seventeen. I am now (technical term coming up) pretty-reasonably-tattooed (okay, I was joking about the technical term).  In this post I'll give a quick overview on how I came up with the concept, a description of the design process and talk about time/pain/difficulty-sitting. I hope you enjoy my thoughts, but just a quick note to politely ask that no-one copies my idea/design exactly. If this post has inspired you, I'm flattered, but please respect my tattoo artist's work and my individuality and find a design unique to you. Thank you in advance! Anyway, on to the experience!  Unfortunately (for some), the...

Good evening folks!  Today I present: two very different coats, two very different outfits (which both are representations of a style-war I fight in each day - crazy and bright vs. vintagey and slightly more classic). I hope these outfits give you a little bit of inspiration as to how to put together a faux-fur-coat-based outfit! If not, I hope I will at least entertain you a little.  This outfit is honestly one of my favourite I've ever put together, sorry to brag. It's out-there enough to satisfy my thirst for eccentricity but also put-together enough for me to pass as sort-of-fashion-forward. This jacket is absolutely beautiful (but I am allergic to it, haha) and I can't stop wearing it. My apologies if you're an instagram follower of mine and are so darn sick of seeing it.  I teamed *the coat* (insert jazz-hands here, it deserves it!) with a Miss Selfridge dress, which I will always praise to the high-heavens (and not just because I work there). ...

Evening folks! If you follow my instagram, these pictures will be nothing new, but for those of you who might stumble across me via the actual interwebs, then this is for you! The thoughts which accompany this post will be new to all of you lot though (I'll try to generate something fresh and interesting!)  I flipping love this coat, and at a mere £6 from Cancer Research, you really can't go wrong. This outfit was a challenge to myself: I never wear black and only black - it feels wrong, I thirst for colour, pattern, and yet I felt awesome in this ensemble. The coat was a comfort when outside and feeling lack-lustre, and the sport socks (Topshop, may I add) broke up the outfit.  Additional details! Jumper: charity shop Jeans: Miss Selfridge  Shoes: Dr Martens  This outfit was the one I wore to my family's Christmas party and seemed to spark many (albeit back-handed) compliments, which went as follows.  Person-who-is-not-Louise: 'Ah...

I, Louise Kate Vivian,  am a maximalist. If you don't believe me, you should see my room. Admittedly, I did live away from my home for three years (for uni) and there accumulated a ton of stuff, a veritable ton. However, as 2018 fast approaches, I have decided to minimise my oh-so-maximalist lifestyle: the compulsive clothes-purchasing has to stop, and I highly doubt I need to read every single one of the three hundred books that lay in (untidy, though organised) stacks on my desk. Having so many material possessions is tiring, stressful and weighing heavily on my mind. I thirst for a clear space, a life and personality independent of consumerist-induced vanity, and a focus on experiencing all (or at least some) of what life has to offer. It's time to wave goodbye to the ton of stuff, and welcome a greatly improved financial situation and a greatly reduced quota of time allotted to tidying my currently untameable room. Where to start? Or more to the point: how to start? ...

Afternoon folks! As a self-proclaimed mess of a human, I thought I'd entitle this post 'A Purple Velvet Mess,' and write a little bit about why uncertainty and the messiness of life can be empowering in its own way.  It is no secret that human nature desires growth, progress and generally for things to go to plan, and yet infinite progress and perpetual growth are entirely impossible, and as we all know, things rarely go as planned. And so, we are frequently thrown by life. Plans are made only to crumble, our work does not seem to pay off and eventually every project will tail off, bowing to the next big thing.  We are ultimately victims of our own expectations. The answer? Well, there isn't one, but I have my own idea about how we might best manage something which can be desperately frustrating.  I try to embrace the uncertainty and trust that whatever higher power there might be is weaving the threads of my life into a beautiful knitted scarf, or t...

Morning folks! It's another outfit post. Let's get on with it, eh? My mood fluctuates pretty darn often, and I find myself chopping and changing outfits with the drop of a literal hat (which I chose not to wear for this outfit post). I feel these changes are thanks to a love of experimentation in my style, and a degree of antsyness, which I cannot seem to escape. As the Caterpillar said, 'I cannot tell what I will be from one minute to the next!' - this quote definitely rings true with my outfits.  Ultimately, the outfit has to feel right. Colour often is the crux of representing my mood, particularly colour blocking. This outfit from yesterday displayed my 'silly yellow mood:' a mood which rears its heads on my most positive days. Yellow is a vibrant, 'I'm here!' colour and sometimes I am a vibrant, 'I'm here' person! (Though sometimes I'm the tiniest, quietest wallflower you'll ever meet.) It's just the best colour ...

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 rai...